It's not the first time <br />we've bitten into a peach. <br />But now at the same time <br />it splits--half for each. <br />Our "then" is inside its "now," <br />its halved pit unfleshed-- <br /> <br />what was refreshed. <br />Two happinesses unfold <br />from one joy, folioed. <br />In a hotel room <br />our moment lies <br />with its ode inside, <br />a red tinge, <br />with a hinge.<br /><br />Molly Peacock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/couple-sharing-a-peach/
