Parable of the peach

The peach was perfect, vulva-clefted, never been refrigerated, fragrant in blush She had been saving it for breakfast, imagining the burst when she bit in A company of soldiers, breakfasted on rations, helmeted and shielded, gusseted with canisters and rifle- slung, arrived by dark Ringing the village. The unassailable perfection of the ring Sunrise brushed […]