Peaches and Plums
and you were there,
by the peaches
and the plums
that were
waiting
just
for
me
underneath the
naked trees
and burnt
orange
and
yellowed leaves--
the sinning
desire was
freed in
you as
they
watched--
Underneath the
peach and plum
trees of lust.
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