your juice so sweet and desirable. everything about your patina is perfection and more. your ripe skin so smooth and untouched by insects and bees that prey upon you. 

  when i think of you i ponder about the gradient formed by a sunset. a mix of bright yellow and orange with hints of glimmering gold.

  your flesh leaves behind a flavor of bittersweetness. the interior of your fruit sugary. i want your nectarine but so do the insects. we long for your luscious taste that never fails to linger our tastebuds. if the insects even have tastebuds.

  i just compared you to a fruit and to how everything about you is perfection and more. i cannot lie about that, it's simply the truth. what will it be, my delicate nectarine?