Jolanta Gradowicz

Our Fruit Flirtation

You hung two big cherries on my ear.
I was delighted with the red earring.
The unexpected jewel was shining and clear
As your eyes – insatiable and dreaming…

Then you put raspberries on my palm,
And held a molecule close to my lips.
That orchard was wonderfully calm,
You could recognize my simple needs…

And I picked a sweet, ripe gooseberry,
And gave you it with extraordinary grace.
I was grateful to you for the red jewelry,
I touched the gooseberry flesh on your face…

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 7, 2006
Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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  • Sandra Fowler (8/7/2006 1:15:00 PM)

    What a charming poem! so original. I love the imagery, Jolanta.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra

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