The Fruits On The Table Poem by RIC BASTASA

I love the papayas
Spread on the table
Reddish orange papayas
Plump and Smooth to my
Hands

And some purple grapes
Sweet pulp
Luscious to my
Lips

Some rambutans
Hairy fruits in red
Tickling to my
Fingers

Pungent durian
Tasting like
Heaven to
My mind

They are all spread on
The table

And I would caress smooth
Reddish papayas with
My bare hands
Put a grape in my mouth
And my tongue
Does the savoring of
Juicy rambutans
My lips close in
To a juicy roundness
As I breathe on some
Red hairs
Of this magical luscious fruit

The durian is opened
And the taste of heaven
Comes to my mind
With eyes closed as
Though I own all the passions
Of this world

When we were young and
Crazy about ourselves
I laid her on the table
And spread herself there
She was all those kinds of
Fruits to me and I was the
Hands, the mouth, the lips,
The tongue
The stomach that swallowed her all

Every bit that was juicy
Every freshness every plumpness
She was all fruits to me
She was all nature giving in, all over
To the passions of this fruit lover.