𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ━━ 𝚄𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎

October's Harvest

10/27/21

N: A sonnet about my persimmon tree.
P.S. It's been a while geez! O.O

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Branches hung with hefty weight
Orange plums strain for picking
Black scars he does make, tearing
Open flesh, a squirrel's bait.

A friendship, or a double-date?
Greed in a feasting
Gay with a tasting;
A hasty treat, jaw stuffed to ache.

Seasonally due,
Limp and loose.
I pull and twist;
My beast is subdued.

My canines seep a nectarous juice.
From my lips, a persimmon-stained kiss.