Don’t tell me about love versus lust,
Or pears versus peaches,
Because when the fairytale turns cold
you won’t remember which it was.
Under a pear tree,
the warmth of September
threatening an early leave
We sit with outstretched legs,
itchy from the grass,
but content in the beaming sun.
She gazes at the branches;
We are limitless.
A gleaming pear,
Perfect in shape and color,
A fruity temptation.
We have no restraint,
and no reason to hesitate
She plucks the pear from its home
The juice overflows with our first bites
We are bold.
Diving head first into our utopia
Never cautious, never reluctant
Fear is for January
We are September
We are fearless.
If only our pear could be perfect forever
Alas, nothing is perfect,
And nothing last forever.
Don’t tell me about delusions,
because I already know the story.
We devour our pear; she takes an eager bite.
If only I knew
that it would be her last.
Her teeth sink
Into mealy skin,
Our sweet infinity turns sour.
And our sweet, sweet pear turns pungent on bitter lips.
I fell that summer
Head over heart
But just like the pear,
our love went stale.
