Two vagrant twists –
wrapping over there
and here – somehow
exonerate themselves
from charges
of asymmetry:
so forceful is the pull
of shape –
irreproducible identity.
Skin the singular
sweet fruit
and pop it into
your inimitable mouth
and taste it, sense its
paradigm of glow.
You’re an unforgettable
peeled grape to me,
you know.
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