In my pocket
I have two plums
So lush and ripe and good
My teeth ache to graze them
Gently! I know :)
I hold both in one hand
And softly roll them round
I want to lick and savour them
So juicy and so sweet
I want them to run down my lips
Across my collar bone
But i hesitate
That first taste
Will it meet
Expectation and dream?
Will i remember and savour
Or will memory blur again?
Will i enjoy
Or will i balk
At dream made real
At written word
In dimensional world
I rinse them off
And against my lip
Their heady smell i explore
Their firm flesh yielding
Oh! How i want more!
My tongue darts out to lick it
And my