Poetry (nonmonetized)
Do I dare?
Micro-Madness 4: Peach
Do I dare eat a peach?
She wears white, flannel trousers
and walks slow
along the beach.
Fuzz against my lips
juicy flesh against my cheek;
what would my parents say
if I dared to eat a peach?
I dig my heels into the sand,
feel the sun on my face.
She reaches shyly for my hand,
and leads me from this place.
There is a breeze from the window:
linen curtains sway in the sun.
She drags her teeth along my jawbone,
and I know that she’s the one.
Lips meet lips in sweetest kiss;
her hands tangle in my hair.
I dive in to eat my peach,
deciding: yes, I dare.
Thank you to Promptly Written editor Ravyne Hawke for this delicious mid-week “Micro Madness,” which asks us to write a piece of micro-fiction or poetry based on the prompt “peach.” I hope you enjoy this interpretation, which is also inspired by T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (but much gayer).
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