Pommelled fruit
Back up against a tree,
golden foliage shelters the curves,
freckled islands, a desert
of smooth sand, gripped by palms
soaked in the sweet, salty sweat of a summer night
squeezed of the juice from a fallen fruit.
Author Note: dedicated to rachel james
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
Beautiful poem. So good that some guy sent it to me saying that he wrote it for me then I found this website to prove his untruth. Thanks!
December 5th, 2008 at 1:48 am