Peaches Ripe And Full Poem by James McLain

You would not know
unless i told you
that i am
frightened, hungry and alone.
so i climbed high up,
between the fork of your tree and it held me.
eyes wild my hair being unkempt and long
many are the peaches ripe and full
around me.
and being unsure of my purchase only
that
those within reach
would i squeeze and ever so ever so gently.
only the one, that one without effort as i cling
within the fork
and reach out on my purchase to squeeze it.
and it drops with only the slightest of pressure,
into my hand as i hang on and into the fork
of my purchase.
and within my hand and still shaking i bite while i
squeeze it.
and juice runs forth from my hand and my mouth
and my mouth is so full
with peach meat.
and as the juice squirts up
into my hair,
i am reaching for the next one and
the fuzz so fair and white on the pink skin
and as i swallow the last
i am squeezing the next one.
sleeping in the fork the moon comes up to squeeze me.