Expiry Recall

I.

I’m not some sort of frozen,

Forbidden fruit.

I’m not waiting to be thawed.

I am raw.

I ripen quickly,

Over-ripe –

You saw.

Rot has set in.

And I have gone off

You, so do not store to tease

Pulp from pith cannot be torn,

by persistence, charm

or please.

I am temporal,

My flavour sours,

I am moulding, unconsumable, through.

Do not give me your comely words,

I do not care for you.

II.

I’m not some sort of frozen,

Forgotten fruit.

I’m just waiting to be thawed.

To be raw.

To ripen quickly,

Ripe within

Your jaw.

A bloom of flesh

Grows inside out,

And I cannot prevent the sweetening.

Liana vines untie themselves,

Gossamer threads,

Weakening.

Look at me, I am temporal

And my flavour deepens still.

I am fresh, verdant, seeping

And consumable

If you will.