Pommelled fruit: a poem
Pommelled fruit
Back up against a tree,
golden foliage shelters the curves,
freckled islands, a desert
of smooth sand, gripped by palms
soaked in the sweet, salty sweat of a summer night
squeezed of the juice from a fallen fruit.
dedicated to Rachel James
Further Reading on Marriage
- The forgetful husband's night out with Google calendar
- James family update for February 2008
- Stories of conflict: Popular music and one night stands