Fruit

the world puts me to sleep with its holy charm and seductive dreams helplessly

pulled into realities innumerous thrown around one space to the next

but there's fruit studded through the seams that jerks my eye open

pain is most sweet that which i defy that which i fear Is.

beauty is most ripe that which i feel that which i yearn Is.

love is most raw that which i see that which i am Is.