Soft-Fruit Poem by Mark Heathcote

Soft-Fruit



I place my heart in your hands
'Please' know it is delicate
soft fruit wants careful demands
Please know it's benevolent.

Want's only to age in its cask
pour gently through your fingers
Decatur in your body's flask
lips & remain, so it lingers.

Thursday, October 29, 2015
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