POEM
Eating Grapes
Creative juices flowing
Eating Grapes
My home grows an abundance of grapes Flowing from every pipe, bursting from every crack They come freely, not asking anything in return
Exploding juices from my shower cleanse away my stressors Eating sensual, silken grapes eases and comforts me
Grabbing armfuls, I longingly devour till I am immobile Winds carry sweet juices from all-around to briskly flow into my home
Forever full, satisfied by each separate and never-ending grape my mouth caresses
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