Tomatoes and Reality Date: Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 02:12:44 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: SunflowersAndTea Plump tomatoes- Seeds and juice, ripe, flowing down my wrist as I lick it off, chewing, eyes close, lips betraying my years, Soft with the fruit of the mile-second, no, not chapstick either, but tongue, and teeth, immersed in growth, tasting the earth, Calling out to Gaea, thanking her. This poem is Copyright © SunflowersAndTea Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=106875