Bounty ON 05/21/2007 BY: poetry Firm ripe red globes of pebbled flesh Hanging hidden beneath and between Toothed leaves In dank dirt On shadow washed banks That with a feather light fingertip touch fall Weightless into my palm Then the taste of sweet perfume PREV NEXT Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.