pear

tonight
i washed a green, ripe pear. i knew
instantly it was from Argentina, a
Bartlett. i imagined offering it to you,
hiding it, showing it again, inviting
you to eat it if you could retrieve it.
i put it to my mouth to taste, teeth
pushing into the silky grit of fruit.
it reminded me of you - sensitive
yet slightly rough - a restrained
sweetness that fills without over
powering, an experience relished
and delicately craved.

but just the thought of you is satisfying.

now that i've tasted you,
i feel my life will be forever beautiful.