Peach

Eating a peach is the most sensual experience I can think of
Each fine silver vellus hair stands up straight off the contour
of its plump, round, orange body
I run my finger over its surface
I hate to break the skin, the fine soft skin
with the edge of my teeth
but as I run my lip over the skin
savoring the tingle of the soft tissue
I cannot help myself
As I sink my teeth into the thick liquid center
the juice runs out toward me
my tongue is alert with the sensation of sweetness
I suck the wound I have created,
taking in every drop of juice
before completing the bite
My hands are dripping with glucose
the succulent drops run down my fingers
I lick off all the sweet pools
that have collected in the lines of my hands
Then I demolish the peach
leaving not one heavenly morsel behind

Rain

When it rains like this

on a day like today

It makes me smile

and I think of the earth drinking it in

each blade of grass is like the little pink tongue of a kitten

lapping up milk

or of a small child

drinking lemonade on a hot sunday afternoon

I open my mouth

and point the chute toward the sky

the glowering gray plane

random drops ping in scattered places

but if the clouds lumber heavily enough

I will soon feel the drips plunk into my mouth

and roll with the coldness of the sky

down the back of the my throat,

the wetness soothes

the sky cascades down too big to fit in my mouth

and quench my thirst

so it sends down pieces, 

messenger drops to say

"I will satiate you. Drink your fill."

and along with the earth, I do.

A Dana Eckstein Original

"Pews"

Yes I am the one they talk of

Me, notorious in the queue

My reputation is put out there

Spoken of by those who often do

For sure, it's of me that they talk 

Those bags who whisper in their pews

You must have heard from them mention

Of their stories, tales, and reviews

Please, don't listen to what they've said

Those old bats who lack any clues

They've not done me any justice

They still have yet to pay their dues

If they tell you that I am wild

I guess that could be somewhat true

But they haven't explained at all

How that is relevant to you

Do not let them keep you from me

The guards, lions that prowl with rue

They wish to keep us separate

That's why they paint me in bad hue

It's because I'm independent

That my infamy did accrue 

How they do fear sharp minds like ours

That stand apart from their foul crew

I need to reach you urgently

Before their words can sit and stew 

You just cannot believe those lies

The slants and facts they've turned askew

Love, let us come together now

A rare bond to form something new

We'll soar before the salt sinners

And then proudly bid them adieu