Yves Roosevelt


You lie there before me
Fresh, full, and blushing.
Shadows cascade
Over your supple curves.

Your skin,
Cool and lovely,
Yields to my touch.

Plump and swollen
From the fruit that you bear.

I hold you,
Drawing my mouth close.

My teeth sink into your flesh,
Juices spilling into my mouth.


Be you a fruit or vegetable,
I care not
My summer red tomato.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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  • Kevin Wheeler (2/26/2008 10:43:00 AM)

    How sweet is the love for a sun ripened fruit.

    Loved it man, you make me want a tomato!

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