We were taking a date-walk
until you point something...
my peach.

You've never noticed it before.
It's my roundy fruit.
Only you can see it

Color-faced, you showed me yours.
A small and tight peach.
Saying I don't like it it's a lie.
Can't look else, my curious eye

As the silence grows
we touch eachother's peaches.
Your hand rests cushyly like mine.
As you can see I trust you too.