Grapes

“Your fine, flawless flesh And your sweet aroma, so fresh Is all that I desire. You right here is all I require Your delicious taste against my lips Without it my heart is in strips It is the only thing I’ll ever need And what will allow my mind to be freed. I long to see you mature Time is nothing but a trial to endure My wish is to watch you dry Under the sun, way up in the sky Your body is cold, my dear My warm hands are right here Your soft, chili touch on my skin Makes me wonder what could have been.”