On ripe fruits

    

  in the blender 
the pared frozen fruits
     thicken in its juice
a slush of faint morning dawn,
  fusion of ice crystals & cream-

i pour the smoothie in my cup,
  bits of tropical tang & sticky flesh
clings to the roof of my mouth-
    its ripe roots, like wild honey
collect memories like seeded trees:  
  jazzy blues, heat/ed summer nights- 

in my thick sweater & beanie, 
    you roll in my tongue like bitter-
sweet song -

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the basic is an experiment--

break the cumin seeds in the oily pan,
   tap a few spices, pungent & yelling of sun-
   dried palms, 2x roasted --  

as i count each round peach as perfect, 
   even with slight wrinkles & cuts -
   like nature, growing ripe/old, with/out tampering--      

in your hands, the sauce simmers & shudders--  
   i bite a chocolate piece, wishing for its
   decadent sweetness 

Posted for:   Real Toads - Sunday's Challenge - Poets in the Kitchen - It's all about food & taste, I am hosting ~ Smiles ~  

And D'verse Poets Pub - weaving these words:   sauce, chocolates, hands, count, double,  yells, break, basic, round, shudder (From my children)  

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