The Pear Dare

Blind as I could be I reached for the fruit in front of me Knowing this taste would be my last From this day forward I must fast Shaped like a woman's hips I pressed the fruit against my lips When I bite it the juices slips Into the darkness of my abyss Each bite is ecstasy Fulfilling a need inside of me As I share the pending doom Of this fruit I now consume Licking the remnants from my fingers The aroma from my last meal lingers Determined to see this to the end My hunger strike can now begin Joe Flach. PD's dare to me: Eat a piece of fruit, with your eyes closed..... Imagine that it's the last fruit you'll ever eat.. I dare you to write about the fruit, and POET every feeling you're having that moment...