"the tongue it waters
at the thought of these
when i think of times
when i was not free
to eat the fruits
that the crème falls on
when I was only a little one
and walking alone

the taste buds they quiver
at the thought of the fruit
sweet like the melons
and salty like a newt
when i think what my body
needs to be nourished
i think of nobody
but you
my tart fruit"

~ marijka ~