If I was a food
I’d be a passion fruit
Because I feel everything
Personally
But I’d get eaten
With cutlery
For optimum
Burst of seed
I’d be pink in my blush
But black pocked
Underneath
Still the beauty
Of me
At the market
Will make you see
The shine of skin
Over the other bananas
Tommies and beets
Yes, I’d be a passion fruit
Because it’s like I bleed
This love
Like I have too much to contain
And it has to run
Through my fresh flesh
Until I’m bathing
In the juices of my zest
Every time you pick me up
And squeeze me
It’s like I’m given
Brand new breath
New ways to test less
New ways to stop the press
Of unwanted punters
That undress my fragile skin
And stress the thing
I display with pride
You make this
Passion fruit
Feel alive
I’ve been whispering to apples
And hot gossiping with grapes
Apples thinks I’m lucky
And grapes thinks it all sounds
So great
To be the wanted fruit
The special delicacy
And they wobble
When they see
You pick me delicately
I am a passion fruit
Because I cry
Not only in sorrow
But also in joy
So intense in my spirit
I deploy pips like bullets
And annoy the other fruits
As they pock
In my spin
Whilst I dance in the dim
Bucket of my tray
If I fall in love with you
I’ll love you forever
And a day
In any sense
And every way
But my nature
Means ultimately
I’ll end up eaten
Put me with any dish
And I’ll sweeten
This passion fruit
Waits for your lunch break
All hours, all day
Hopes and prays
You’ll walk the stall’s way
But you fancy a different fruit
This afternoon
So this passion fruit
Will sit and ripen
In her mood
I’ll just hold on
For tomorrow
And whittle in my mould
But there’s no tomorrow
For a passion fruit
That don’t get sold.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 