One Left Poem by Sasha Alemanni

One Left



Ripe peach,
With a cool fuzz
And urgent, sweet insides;
Blatant slurps of self-forgetting.
Want one?

Thursday, February 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: food
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 16 February 2017

Sounds delicious and palatable. Lovely poem nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Sasha.

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