Your skin turns black
and rough,
a snake’s sleeve about to shed.
Inside, you shelter
a belly
of whipped green silk
smooth like silty lake bottom
between toes.
Cupped is your heart
a cool smooth stone,
it pops out of you,
flawless.
Eating you
is a little thrilling
like eating
butter
or licking
a thigh.
They say you are a fruit
but you are more sophisticated
than that.
You are luxury
you are
flesh.