Passion Fruit
Hidden treasure waiting
Vibrant pink
Juices on my lips, nose, check
Nibble, inhale
Suck, swallow, savor
Enfold, engulf, enflame
A taste
A scent
A smile of sated satisfaction.
Forbidden fruit
So called
Because the danger of one taste
One touch
Grounds but gives us wings
A sense of times long past
In recessed rooms of teenage dreams of
What could be.
Could never be
No never
Not for me.