My Center of Peace

I am a opuim flower, sliding halfway down the moon. I see a red light glowing on my beautiful copper skin. I feel the afterglow of age and it is a juicy sweet peach. In my mouth I swallow myself tonight, and I find my center of peace. I have the radiant glow of love written all over my face, it is not to soon. I will not complain for goodness sake, I have yet to make a contribution to creation. But as for today, I will eat at the banquet of love.