For the Love of Fruit

The leaf when loved becomes a flower,
the flower when loved becomes a fruit.
Italian proverb

half-melted ice slides
discreet down hills and valley
teased nipple hardens

crushed plum rests mid-thigh
violet flames ignite sweet trails
from apex to knee
creating new veins and nerves
to trace. my heart beat echoes.

the curve of my arm
is a melon rind offer
of honey-dewed flesh

watermelon seeds
slip down the slick sides
of my waist and hips

seedful grape oozes
over salty lips and tongue
swallow the water-
fall trickling down my throat
at its base a flower blooms