by Jojo
The one that catches her eye
Is the first to be chosen
Its color beckoning --
The redness of fire and life
Tender, willing, plucked
At first,
She hesitates
So she closes her eyes
And bites
And with that act she is claimed
This is the way to eat me,
It seems to say
Surrendering with ease
To the awkwardness of her tongue,
And the cruelty of her teeth
Sinking into its flesh
She presses, and out comes
The nectar of its life
This liquor of liquors
This door of doors
She reaches its core,
Sour and sweet
She tastes the fire
There is a weakness to her knees
"Sophia, my name is Sophia," she says at last.
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Posted 4 March 2005 with Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
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--andoy
17 March 2005
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