Other Fruits

Today it was one good peach. The kind that you hold carefully because you can feel the flesh give under its fuzzy skin, blushed on a tree somewhere by the sun, just by picking it up. One bite makes your whole mouth tingle like it's an electric feather. That one bite frees two drops of peach juice that run off the rouged peach skin, down your index and middle fingers to settle in your fingerpits. Then lands the tiniest flying baby bug near the fingerpit puddles, wanting to taste the same thing you tasted.