Peach

Peach, I reach for you on that tree. Soft velvety skin---your cloak of mystery. Hanging on a branch, swaying in rhythm with the bards. Evade me not as I will suck your juicy innards. Your essence dissolves---delivering delight to my being. As I bite into you, your sweet nectar is an ecstasy of feeling. You came from China and the oaths of brotherhood, Sworn in your orchard in "Three Kingdoms" so warriors understood. You’re regal and a symbol of peace and honour in an ancient age, Painted by Renoir, Monet and Van Gogh, you’re our love rage. Recipes of your flesh by great chefs of peach pie and cobbler. With rum and a touch of lemon, you twirl and twist in lyrical banter. You’re not a tropical fruit as you like winter's magic chill. Your pink flowery petals bloom in spring’s madness in thrill. Leaves and your fruit, the symbol of eternal love in our heart. We want to revel in your majesty and never be apart.