Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Pear

I was sitting here and decided that I was going to write something about a wonderful friend...

I don't think I've ever seen the tree
And yet...
I find myself holding one
Or is she holding me?

The pair of us
What a pear...
I sit and stare at her
Thoughts, dreams, plans...

My fingers touch her delicate skin
She is ripe
Within...
Her flesh is pale and sweet
I eat

She is gone...
And yet at her core
She is still a pear

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