Labor of Love

Pluck me, fresh and ripe!

Waiting for you;

I am ready for my journey.



Trusting you, wash me clean!

You want only me,

To experience my succulence.



Crushed, beneath your feet!

Bleeding life’s juice,

But not yet ready for your lips.



Cover me, with your sweetness!

Soak me in it.

Now only a matter of time.



Time’s treated me well.

You’ve been attentive.

Time to let me breathe.



Feeling you strain at me.

Open me up;

Drink deep from all I have.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ok, I am not sure what you were thinking this poem meant, but I was writing from the prespective of a grape.

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Essence Scott's picture

i like this....though i am not sure if i have a copy