You can smell them before you see them.…
A swirling sweetness.
The pressure, slightly pulsing, is born in your mouth.
But oh…the sight of them!
The brightest crimson, bedazzled with beads of sunlight!
You reach out gently to capture, to bring closer.
A barely there texture Between your fingers.
You close your eyes… Truly… you do.
Of nectar, of juice, of expanding and contracting, then loosening, then submitting to the delight, the wonder
Your eyes crinkle… you cannot stop your smile
It is like your first taste of love.