I've always loved a good pear, hanging side by side, just within my reach, the tender skin enticing, the sweet nectar of love in bloom.
Watching them tumble in an October dance falling face up together on a bed of soft leaves. or suspended in sun dappled splendor, ripe for the plucking. No flower of youth is better represented, then these lovely fruit.
Sometimes freckled from the sun, but always plump and delectable, I've always loved a pair.
The hell of one one O short of hell-o just silence though, my soul is a lifeboat set free from a
sinking relationship lest I drown in an ocean of saline shed, my lips bone dry for the want of her kiss. my heart marooned on an I--land of one my last message to her bottled up and tossed across waves of despair, only to return in the low ebb of two lips muttering to the silent walls.