Still

Strips of lateral mush, structured,

Holding sunken treasure:

Seeds of new youth

Still cradled.

Contained.

 

A floating yellow orb, severed,

Oxidizing as it waits;

Smells of sweet

Still

Escape.

 

Zest bubbling to the surface’s crater

From fibrous wings of a butterfly

Below, beneath the swooping

Curve of rind.

Still

Sensuous.

 

Pores sweating at mere touch.

Goosebumps down the wet slope-

waiting to be tasted-

Like golden rays burning;

Sharp, caustic fire

Over-abounding

On my lips.