Fruit of Gods

Collaboration with ALiteRead

Deep luscious purple globes.
Dangling sweetly from well-tended vines.
Glistening with morning's first dew
Plucked gently from fruited stems.
Rich scented air hanging languidly.
Fruit pressed coolly against ruby soft lips,

Sucking gently on each globe
Making each one pop in her mouth
Then crushed between pearled teeth.
Nectar of the sweetest kind
Flowing over velvet taste buds.
Where ultimate pleasure erupts
In an explosion of overwhelming pleasure.

Juices trickling from tender lips.
Not able to help herself
Lost as she is in the ecstasy of the moment.
He feels compelled to lean in
And lick each precious drop
So nothing will be wasted.

Opening her eyes seeing him
For the first time since he deployed
She throws her arms about him.
Her soldier, always in her eyes, her hero.

He lowers his eyes to his burnt left arm
And in the light she sees the left side of his face.
She briefly gasps from concern rather than revulsion.
And yet that small gasp makes him withdraw further.
She reaches her hand out to touch the ruined skin.
Fingertips gliding softly.

He cringes at first, and then,
Only after studying the look in her eyes,
Is he able to relax and allow her to explore
With her gentle touch
What he abhors seeing in the mirror.

With her touch he feels her understanding,
her continued devotion to him.
As tears seep from her eyes,
knowing the pain and fear that he has endured,
she pulls him closer and whispers...

"You are beautiful, and
I love you completely."
At that, she can feel him physically relax,
his shoulders heave
as he begins to weep...

She holds him close and cries on his shoulder.
The tears she sheds are not sadness,
but joy that is so great
she cannot contain her emotions.
Tears spill from her eyes flowing freely.
Expressing joy she feels so deeply
she surrenders completely to his embrace
as they pour themselves one into the other.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It was an unexpected turn after the third verse and an interesting portrayel of a soldier's homecoming. The wounds of war are many and varied...some are visible and others...deeper...are not. I'm always a sucker for a happy ending and was glad to find one here. A nice collaboration.

[MS. BABy]

WOW...this was awesome....I just loved not felt every emotion that you were conveying in your minds eye when you inked this...brava poetess, Hello I'm BABy

[Rene Velez]

that was awesome, the emotion the feelings are there, a story that in itself is a testament to the sacrifices our troops give everyday, amazing write...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Beautiful story displayed here!

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Such an amazing beuatiful write.
I enjoyed reading this.

[Richielee]

beautifully written,love..ah such a wonderful thing and somewhat elusive to me ,lol
great co-write : )

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A beautiful piece of loving unconditionally, this is how love SHOULD be. Awesome collaboration.

[Sel Whiteley]

This is awe-inspiring. Your focus on the senses really brings to life "the ecstasy of the moment". For me the image of fruit at the beginning is both existent as itself and as the soldier, the way our fighting men can become as fruit, fallen and damaged, even at the height of spring. In this sense, tears, like rain, indicated redemption and love. The spring imagery is so fecund with meaning and significance, a stunning poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was lucky. Learn to appreciate the gift of touch and emotion. Your poem can be a lesson into the emotion of passion and the sweet taste of love. I enjoyed how you described the taste and the touch. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Lily Mae]

OMG, they pour themselves one into the other... I love it!!! I love the way you two have such a blend of energy and such a magical flow.. excellent write..xx