If You Really

Lemon drop lips, dropped and agape; Jesus Christ, when I arrived, the fruit bowl or "fruit spring" as you called it, was empty. All but the pear at the bottom. Bruised and browning, I touched its stalk, gritty flesh and took a bite. I placed it back and the open wound, -there opened an early-morning crescent moon- untraceable in its murmur, spoke toward the tongue residing briefly within my throat and said "sanctum salivary, save me."I realized then that you were right.