Contemplation Is a Ravenous Thing Valentine

Two apples and a yellow-green banana
Can take me though an afternoon dream
Just contemplating them
 
Resting in their blue machine
Of a bowl still radiating
Back to the sun its favorite colors
 
Under which the flesh grows sweeter
All that pleasure for the seeds
To feast on and grow fatter
 
To think to ripen and survive
Is all they want or need
That love is their blue sky

And then to feed on them

Ravenously
As they look me in the eye