Life Is a Peach

Life is a Peach ‘Quincy’ had been treading on the eggshells of his brittle mind cracked up pulverised shattered he had cracked them to dust To little avail with just viscous gooey yolk that had turned into neck brace and yoke at the gruesome gallows garrotted ‘Let me try milk’ the heartbroken Prince imagined for the days of reckoning had come in a last pitch attempt not to drown on the downtrodden slope that his life had become and so stripped of the crestfallen crown he treaded milk into butter A tree overhanging the scuttle teased him to stretch for the one lonesome peach hanging like an apple from Eden with soft silky skin ‘Anjou’ had come from the heavens sent by the Sun God and she herself had slipped on life had been abused and twisted in many fell swoops like a tree cropped by the sword that battled her soul ‘Quincy’ gave her the miraculous peach which beckoned all that he had bare as he was in an innocent gesture of longing and dreams ‘Ever since I was little I knew that one day a Prince would gift me a peach juicy and fleshy and then my sorrows would vanish’ ‘Quincy’ and ‘Anjou’ melted together and this time around the slithering snake was benign the Universe kind so there was no falling from grace Together and from now joined at lips and hips they travelled in tandem shared skins and the core of their hearts essence and life force They eloped and escaped the delusion that existence was over dodged pitfalls and traps married the union against all the odds One expression of love given and taken and sky was their peach