RIPE

Gift of Easter blossom:

your lips, pert and plush,

seeming parted,

take a second bite

at the marshy mesocarp -

dinner alfresco on the Champs de Mars.

We pick our approach

to drooping rest;

the Eiffel tower from Montparnasse

winks at the window.

Waking with yawns

to a mountain range of cherries,

piled like pyramids,

beneath the shutters -

a cerise dream,

doubled on a single stem.

v.2000