Harvest

by Danielle Bongiovanni

This has turned my skin as tender as a pear's.
A sigh could slit me open, spill the juice with ease,
Pluck my heart like the ripest apple on the tree.
You don't even know you have the power, do you?
Wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Darling, if you made me bleed
It would turn to wine beneath your gaze.
It would numb the pain, it would taste sweeter
Than your wildest dreams.