Stretching for feelings, still unripe.
Hints, small gestures carrying tenderness and vulnerability.
Enlightening minds with joy.
Within reach they mature,
Absorbing sunlight, as thinking of you becomes countless.
Painting themselves in vivid colors,
Beginning to feel the lust for your love.
Fruits of different colors, different feelings.
Seem to be ripe from one side, unknown flavours hidden on the other one.
Insecure to peek into your mind, disclosing the other face.
As the wind sways with our intuitions,
Fruits farewell their tree, free fall
Into grass.
The wind may wave never again,
Feelings forever awaiting.
Though if the breeze unveils your thoughts,
Fruits with the sweetest taste of each other's embracement
will be swallowed by us both.
