Peaches and Cream

Peaches with their soft covers sit in a bowl

I plan on cutting them

Carving off sensual pieces

Tearing out the spiny center around which the soft juiciness clings

Moisture drips off my hand as I slice off the tasty bites

Cold sticky cream coats my hand as I scoop vanilla

I place the curved frozen treat next to orange circles of fruit

The display organic, has not been carefully placed in the bowl

Lifting my spoon to my face I take a large mouthful

Coldness kisses my teeth and gums and a sunset bursts on my tongue

Smiling I savor the moment

Food for the soul