Sucking against the pit For every last drop Before the remains are tossed To the earth What was once fat and full Has fallen, Damp to the ground It did not become What I poured myself into
But what is it to take delight In the flower lain open by bees and birds, Like quiet crumpled bed sheets To just let the fruit fall, Its flesh ripe against mine, To love it as it falls, To destroy it as it falls, To open as it falls And let it vanish into earth Under my gaze.
Interpretation of the poem by Midjourney AI.