Plethora.
How by high summer
does one shake of a tree
drop ripest of fructus
addiction on me ?
Pregnant with juices
a ready plum belly
bulges with swollen
indulgent expectance.
Viscous saliva escapes
open lips for plum-red
plethora outstrips my
other big obsessions.
I squeeze firstly invite
to succulent pleasure
for satin-smooth skin
holds ambrosial flesh.
How, I repeat, does one
shake of my plum tree
drop sudden plum-fever
addiction on me ?