Quiet Poetry Lounge : To My Georgia Peach

Tha-Emissary

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In Tha Bottom! Deeeep South
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Painter
In all things
I am human
A stubborn lil boy
Wrapped tightly in the thick skin of a man
Who’s much too young for Viagra
To increase my drive
However, I need no man made pesticide
Not to bring my love alive
No, my love is all-natural
My search eternal
Like the quest of a fruit picker
Waking each morn
When the sun has yet to
Brush its rays in the silver water mirror
In these budding hours and humid seconds
I run madly through the orchard looking for you
Your scent so fresh and luring
That my nostrils instantly translate to my mind
That you are not the right one, but
The ripe one for me
Soon I find you
With scars
A few bruises
From harsh handling over the years
But you are still perfect
The very fruit of the Garden of Eden
And like Adam
I would risk banishment
Give up Heaven
Just to hold you in my hands
Just to see what love
Tastes like.
 

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