Nectarine

Nectarine, nectarine --

juice dripping down your seams.

For whom are you waiting?

Nectarine, nectarine --

come on, it’s all over your knees.

Let’s go get you clean.

I will love you if I have to.

I will have you if you’d love me to.

I will love you if I have to.

I will have you if you’d love me to.

Nectarine, nectarine --

should I be real or phantomine?

Should I be even witnessing?

Nectarine --

I’ve never seen

such bags beneath young eyes.

What weight are they holding?

I will love you if I have to.

I will have you if you’d love me to.

I will love you if I have to.

I will have you if you’d love me to.

Nectarine, nectarine --

let she who’s never slit

her wrists inside a dream

cast the first stone pit,

uselessly,

into the sea.

I will love you if I have to.

I will have you if you’d love me to.

I will love you if I have to.

I will have you if you’d love me to.