Yellow blush dangling nearly out of reach
I stretch on tiptoe to reach you,
pluck you from your home to bring you to mine.

A triumph of restraint to get you there,
not to tear apart your flesh,
suck your seeds in for the burst of sweetness they promise.

But abstain I do, and once home I cut you open
and share you with my love.

Gone, you nourish us still,
body and soul.

Yesterday’s Poetic Earth Month challenge from Tweetspeak Poetry was to write a poem about “the deep-downness of things,” considering what is retained within something, even when it is broken or removed from its ordinary setting. I enjoyed this prompt so much I wrote two poems for it. The other, which I posted last night, was “Shattered.”