enigmatic peach
You centered yourself
and I opened.
You picked me up
because I fit your hands.
You knew how to hold me
so I wouldn’t bruise yet.
How to turn me
so the surface stayed intact.
My skin learned your pressure.
My mouth learned yours.
My heart stayed open.
You tasted without biting.
You breathed me in.
You set me down.
Then you stepped away.
Air moved in.
It touched everything.
It remembered you.
It kept working.
The skin split
where it was thinnest.
Juice darkened the ground.
Picked up.
Set down.
Left with memories
that keep touching the flesh.