Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

Take a deep bite into a ripe
Peach;
The ease in which the skin
Breaks,
Exposing its innate softness—
As you savor
The unmistakable floral,
Honeyed scent.
Relishing:
The moment as liquid drips down your chin
Into your lap,
Leaving behind
A sticky trail.
No extra movements to remedy it;
Taste buds tingling from the warmth,
As the day begins…