The mind is fruitful
To release a sweet and gentle phrase
A phrase of powerful scent
To whisp away the senses
And intoxicate the soul
A Peach, a pear or pineapple slice
The juice of a ripe mango
Bitter; but sensually resolved
To bite forbidden fruits
Or lure your hearty
Beats
Twine round finger
And draw you close to closure
Passionate Fruit
Rich to faulter
But slip into the arms
Of my cradled soul
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