Ficus

For Amanda, as she’s fond of a double entendre

May 25^th

Pull up a chair, come sit at my table,

This feast is yours, there’s no dystopia.

My delights legend, I’m a parable,

A fruitilicious cornucopia.

See my fingers create a bounty bowl,

That grow the leaves for the clothes of Eden.

Taste my luscious flesh and decline control,

Savour soma from different garden.

Of the Seven Species, I am holy,

As if I descended from paradise.

Used to conceal while revered as yoni,

Which is why the tongue my corpus delights.

Here’s a figment to engender a smile,

According to the Qur’an, I’m good for piles.

Please do leave me your thoughts and comments, in praise or constructive criticism, I appreciate them all and will reply.