FRUIT AND DEVOUR

What is it about spring
That causes this awakening 
that grants me wings and new-life
as if all winter my spirit had been sleeping?
In a way, it has.
Something about spring 
that makes everyday details seem fantastical and sexy again
that makes me once more thirsty for you and fruit again 
Yes, I am feeling daring and fearless again
And that is why

I look at you
With this devious look in my eyes
hazel and on fire... 
lips rosy and stained from spring strawberries 
and dripping fruit that I consume with lust.
"If you kiss me now" I think to myself
"you can still taste the fruit from my mouth 
so kiss me now"  
I grin
My mouth, my lips, to oranges and cantaloupes 
Strange, perhaps, but I don't think so
I want to devour you like fruit
To taste and explore ... again
For you are sexy and fantastical again
My friend.

I hear that low cat-like purr and growl coming from you
as my hands wander seemingly innocent-HA!  
And I see your eyes- tipsy glassy-eyed-pupils dilated...
staring at me and with purpose and intent
And I study your lips for I am about to kiss them-- fearlessly
The creases, the cracks, color shades of pear  
I skim them gently with my fingertips...as if to prepare them for what is to follow

This. 
I creep closer to your lips, and your body 
Your arms, your chest, your stomach your chin 
All your joints and muscles and flab and flesh
I creep closer 
because I want to
I creep closer because I can
What fun it is to know this freedom
To know the thing I want is for the taking
What fun it is to creep closer- and to be free!

I kiss you
Planting my lips to yours
First a nibble--- soon to devour
Allowing my nomadic hands to roam your body, as they do.. faster
as they will, and where and when I want them to be

And I think to myself. "It's me. here." 
Not the old me... unsure feeling- gee... if I do this, does this make me 
Weak. A slut. A tramp. A trollop. Easy. Used. Bad. Soon to be discarded. Fool. 
Hell No.
I've decided to enjoy life (and not just because its spring)
But because it's time to forget all that bullshit--
I now enjoy my body and enjoy your body 
Because I am beautiful. You are beautiful. 
We are at ease.. with ourselves and this random moment of together 
I am at ease with you and random but not meaningless moments of pleasure

Christ, there is such beauty in imperfections! 
And thus beauty in our touch
Two friends with lust and with meaning.

I look at you --- beautiful like fruit
Sexy like fruit. Sweet and dribbling like fruit
Why do you remind me of fruit? Why does fruit remind me of you?
Not that I see you as food- 
Taste you.
touch me.
But beautiful and as something 
that I will fearlessly devour 
again.