American Sunlight Poem by J Knight

I wanna eat the fruit that she grows from her body,
juicy passionate rose kisses
in American Sunlight.

& on cool fall October twilight
let the thorns that grow from her bones
PIERCE
my delicate gold flow feelings
as i STARE
& try to catch the iredescent red rose petal glow
that grows from her skin
in my eyes
& taste the smell
on my starving teenage boy tounge

and i could grow a heart of my own-
living off water,
and American Sunlight