Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
In my ripest hour— skin taut and glistening. Alluring and plump, can't be missed. Proudly sashaying in the common wind. How many times have I gone around the sun? Seems as though I've arrived in a totally different atmosphere. mind spinning, cheeks grinning, adrenaline rushing. It's bright everyday here, spring has sprung! Birds sing after my every step, a shirt is laid over every puddle, & I have enough love to share. The feeling of invincibility throbs through my vines, drips downwards to my roots, & soaks the soil of self assurance; of unbridled adventure.
I'm awaiting your harvest— for you to gingerly pluck me from my resting place. I can assure you I'll be the sweetest thing you'll ever taste. But what will you do with me afterwards? When you've already eaten at my core? What will I do without my sweet juices, without the protection of branches and leaves? Pretty & afraid because there are no more second glances, no more darting eyes filled with lust Tossed away and discarded, shriveled and sucked dry, my purpose is fleeting and the sun is no longer the center to which I revolve this end is inevitable.
