For they are the ripened juicy fruit

You and I nurtured in fertile soil.

Created in the tenderness my fingers

Felt inserting some isolating foam

Marking time on their arrival, dear.

The sweetness of your lusty kisses

Granted by those still blossoming lips

Planted them exactly, no near misses.

Fashioned their form unique forever

Metamorphosing enigmatic pips

Borne on fine candlewick clouds

And molding them into the pliant clay.

We tasted their most beautiful nectar

For but a brilliant yet shortish while,

Saw their starlight bursting out about

Leaving us bright trails of mystic memories

Before releasing their formative tether

Tearing their stalks from the homestead vine -

For they were ours, yours and mine,

And now they're theirs you know, their's alone.

© Griffonner 2025