Once you have known other fruit, cherries, apples, even melon--
come and begin again to know this sphere.
Feast your eyes on sun-golden skin blushing sweet, darkening rose,
know how its earthy musk teases your nose, close,
it's soft roundness filling your palm. It its flesh gives,
such small resistance signals your thumbs may enter, softly,
and the tickle of its skin is the riddle you tongue answers.
So come into this tast. Let the peach forgive your infidelities.
Come. Eat this sweet repentance.
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