By Harem
Date: 24 February 2001
Grapes
Grapes of darkest Crimson red , were meant for us to eat
Crisp and hard the outer skin, the center dripping sweet.
Some are palest opaque green, that burst with every bite.
Others are more purple red, a connoisseur's delight.
Appealing to the naked eye, round or oval shape
Opulent and elongated, lying on my plate.
Or in a bowl all clustered up, sweating droplets wet
Lips and tongue will salivate, anticipating yet
Pretending to be Grecian gods, with full long clusters hanging
Arms suspended in the air , the grapes so gracefully dangling.
Slowly lowering the clustered bulbs, toward my waiting lips
I gently bite one off the vine, as moisture gently drips.
Tremendous pleasure emanates , from this, a special treat
My senses are all satisfied, and filled up as I eat.
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