Seeded
Jess Harland
It feels just like fruit salad tastes,
candied cherries,
fresh honey laced.
A guiltless gorge on nature’s dessert.
Licked like glaze
and tastebuds flirt.
A drizzle of lemon to cut through
the tart strawberries
picked too soon.
The berries snatched before they could ripe.
Scratch up your throat.
Ruin your bite.
Although the fruit will start to sour,
fruit flies will suck
each passing hour.
Undressed Hors-d'œuvre with gooseberry thighs.
A picked pear.
Feast for the eyes.
A desired dish you’re bound to perve.
Side with a meal,
first come, first serve.