Black Poetry : Picking Peaches

Tha-Emissary

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In Tha Bottom! Deeeep South
Occupation
Painter
Baby he didn’t know how to harvest you
How to grab you gently off of Venus’ Tree
Naw, he was hungry
Feening for sugar
Desiring the aroma of peach cobbler in his mouth
So he cut it with his little bitty knife
Sucked all night, pillaging all your sweet juices
With one vampirish bite
Into your pearl which sensually rocked his world
Though he wasn’t really a man
Because he couldn’t handle that sweetness
Thoughts of how your sugar could make cavities in his heart
So he ran away, Drew apart like cowardly sun that only leaves the dark
Walked quickly away down the isle like a dissatisfied consumer
Trying to believe in his own lie that he didn’t like your premium produce
Saying you were nothing more than 100% juice
But so suddenly like the wind that blows unconsciously
Breezing into the storm of an enemy
He tried to spit out the hard heart
Spit out your heartbeats out in the dirt
Like the hard seed left behind an eaten peach
Nobody ever wants.
But today I find my self walking, looking, and searching
For the right spring peach and there you are
In front of me
Your body hurt, flesh bitten, and juices crying out
Afraid to say you’re are a beautiful seed
Alone and angry
I wonder should I pick you off the ground
I wonder do I want seconds
Even though my mind tells me no
But my heart
My own seed
Says yes!
Plant your seed in with mine
Therefore, I grab you by the waist
Allow you to listen to my seed,
Softened from seeing you cry
I grab further smothering you with my dirty skin
Then bury you in my heart
Feeding you all of my fertile heart beats
In all hopes that you again find your roots
That will grow fresh roots with me, spread love with me
So fall into my arms baby as I am your vines
Wrapped around you like little green serpents
Not biting
Only stroking you up and down lovingly
That you may lift up your hands like leaves and scream
I am a beautiful
I am fruitful
I have bared new fruit
Bared new love
All I ask in return is that you caress
My neck with your gentle new leaves
Reach up for me like the sun
And smile just because
You like the sunlight in
My eyes.

Love you Peaches!
 

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