Sweet Sensuality.
Thinly covered in coarse
stubbly skin,
bursting with sticky
summer-viscosity
the raw fig,
with jacket-full belly
stores and seeps
stew of treacle-seed
always reckoned
to stir and ferment
sweet sensuality.
Full fleshed and split,
sapidly jellied
the fig ferments taste
of delectable bliss,
perishable but ready
with anticipation
fig-craft of nature sates
palates in pleasure.
What can be better methinks
than eating the gift
of a succulently swollen fig ?