the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

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.


One Response to “Pommelled fruit”

  1. Stephanie Says:

    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!

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