Avocados

Firm in the palm of my hand, yet

Soft and smooth when opened.

I hesitate

Enticing, exciting

I’m allergic.

The thought provoking me,

But the knife slides gracefully to the core.

Circling around to the start.

Split apart, exposed.

The pear-like shape of a woman.

Each different

Color, shape, size, texture.

Delicate, suggestive,

Ripe.

Once the pit is removed,

Its innocence is lost

The core that once held it together

Gone.

A sacrifice to experience.

The once firm guard of the fruit

Is now supple and fragile,

Undressed.

Sliced and fanned

Spread intricately

Served selfishly for myself.

Cut into, carnal.

Strange, libidinous

Each wedge perfection,

Sliding down my throat like water.

I ignore the tingle on my lips,

Taking another

Sedated and intoxicated.