Mother, Teach Me

Arouse this curious vessel

to rest in rhythm,

to dance ecstatic–

hips swaying in time

to the hushed pulse of your plums

juicing through split seams.

Lure these bones down,

wheelbarrow in tow,

to bend with the breeze

and capture your treasures

before wasps, flies, worms

stake ravenous claim.

Seduce my humble hands

into harvesting, tantalized–

beats golden,

berries basking

in the rippled light

of the full harvest moon.

Engorge shy eyes

on rows upon rows

of rosy rubies,

seductive scarlets

teasing, tempting me to

pluck your ripened riches.

Satiate lustful lips, render

me breathless, as I pierce

skin, sweetness drowning

tongue, juices dripping down

my chin, sweet and sticky–

a smile wanton.