Bought
Peaches
This
Week,
Round
And
Sleek,
Plush
Scent
Meant
To
Whet
My
Hunger
For
Peaches
I ate
When
Younger.
Under
A
Spreading
Alley
Tree
In
Brief
Clothes
And
Bare
Feet,
The
Rosy
Blush
Of
Velvet
Skin
And
Firm
Flesh
A
Treat,
Trying
To
Be
Neat,
The
Juices
Dripping
To
The
Street.
In
That
Time,
The
World
Was
Mine,
And
Tasted
Of
Warm
Peach
Wine.