Mr. Right Poem by Titto Mutunguti

I pray that he finds me early enough,
While I am young and yummy,
Ripe and dripping with honey.
While I am a lone attractive fruit on a tree,
Such that I be the apple of his eye.
I pray for him.
That he finds me before I drop ruthlessly,
Before I am roughly plucked by a stranger,
Who will give me an ugly bite,
Then throw me away
Claiming I am not his taste.
I pray that he finds me before I'm taken,
Before the feast of fruit flies,
Before I am unavailable to his eyes.
Before everything.
I want him to find me.
I pray that he grows tall enough,
So as to get to me when I become out of reach,
I relish myself on his lips.
I yearn for him.
I want to be plucked only by him,
I want to be eaten by him.
It is him I want.
Only him.
So I pray.