blessed be that pea

my peas and beans haven't grown as I would have liked

all rather runty

all rather yellow

I find comfort in the fact that I still see there beauty

 

Everywhere I look

I see beauty

in the grass

upon the sky

the ever present butterfly

 

I went to tend my tepee crowd

and found a pod all ripe for me

and gentle fingers

long and freckled
enveloped it
have it I must

in my digits
I hold it high
then bring it down for my closest of attentions

 

gentle yet firm pressure

at its base

slowly I raise my thumb

pressure even

 

I could see its green capsule

swell

under my finger and thumb

enjoying the fine and sensing pressure

 

pop!

 

the sound of wanton relief

and I peek

at those perfect orbs

 

I stare at there glory

and each offer themselves to me

there finder

knowing that I have true love for there life

 

upon my index finger and thumb I pick

the chosen one

raise it to my lips

which part readily for this treat

 

my tongue a waiting receptive bed

on which my purposed thumb and finger place

I feel it sweet on welcoming tongue

and seal my moist anticipatory lips

 

as I applied said gentle pressure

its skin gave to me

its flavour so green

I hold it there

 

absorb it

rejoice it

celebrate

its giving

 

now part of me

now part of me

 

blessed be that pea