Eat the peach
Until the pit.
As you grow older,
Let its gentle fuzz
Remind your lips
Of all the bodies
That you’ve kissed.
May your time
Be as deep
As sea-dark wine;
That last,
Red, sweet drop
Cradled in the divot of the glass
Tender crimson,
Doomed to dry.
Break no tooth
Lapping like a dog
Between the legs of life!
Live as thief who’s testing sin,
and let the juice
Drip down your chin!
And for when you must,
The sleeve is for your spit,
But
Eat that peach
Until the pit.
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