Passion Fruit
PASSION FRUIT
Munching shiny apples in the fruit market
We faced each other without pretending,
Our tablecloth of pure white unmarked
Cotton, and our full cups overflowing.
I was the prettiest in the city, thinking
I am just the woman loved and loving,
For happiness makes any woman a picture.
We are the couple I have always dreamed of,
When they look with tenderness at each other
And shine from the inside because of their love.
One face glows with light from the other
A hand-touch sparks the fervour,
Brightening as entwining fingers
Tighten in anticipating more
Warm-whiteness surge and outpour -
After this fruitful prenuptial supper.
Good-morrow and we wake.
I feel your soul softly shake:
It’s life - the apple of my eye.
It is all my shining world round
Apples fallen from the same tree
We are one soul from one ground.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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