o.k. cr. here's the poem. still no title
and it may be changed depending on the input from others.
so far, all the responses have been positive.
it's a small poem, but it's a break through for me.
writer's block is painful.



i crave the peach
remembered from last summer's heat
the taste of juice licked

from the first bite of my teeth.
shades of august
in soft sueded skin

a scent that makes me swallow hard.
i crave a peach remembered
tremble in the waiting time
from april thru july.