Everyone knows to savor you
to the last sweet morsel
affixed to your simple core
you are simply above us all

Out on the counter you sit
We watch for days
awaiting the perfect breakdown

Not just the sweet spot bruise
we want it all
the full vulnerability
your gentle curve

You are the girl next door
unaware of how wonderful you are
in the breeze of a cotton dress

You make me want to want

If this seed can become that pear
If this can become that
If we grow
If we must die

How can we be more
perfect?