Member Poem

Do I dare eat a peach?
She wears white, flannel trousers
and walks slow
along the beach.

Fuzz against my lips
juicy flesh against my cheek;
what would my parents say
if I dared to eat a peach?

I dig my heels into the sand,
feel the sun on my face.
She reaches shyly for my hand,
and leads me from this place.

There is a breeze from the window:
linen curtains sway in the sun.
She drags her teeth along my jawbone,
and I know that she’s the one.

Lips meet lips in sweetest kiss;
her hands tangle in my hair.
I dive in to eat my peach,
deciding: yes, I dare.