OSI: Sapid

Knowledge

Long ago I hefted
the cool, pale fruit
and pressed my thumb
to yielding flesh
beneath translucent, tender skin.
My sharp incisors piercing
yielded fountains
of sapid, sweet and sour juice.
The flesh-
earthy, grainy texture.
Satin and burlap
all in one;
One taste
never undone.
Before was innocence,
they say,
but two-dimensional
forever
is nothing
to now
in the round.

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