Tiny Plums

Purchased from a fellow who bought these from Crow Mountain Orchard, the tiny blood-red plums squirt their juice, sweet as candy. Unlike Helen Chasin's, these offer no tart resistance to teeth or lip or tongue, but freely surrender their soft flesh. So delicious, the size of marbles, popped in the mouth, eaten whole. All reply, deserving a poem of their own as beautiful as hers. The Word Plum

The word plum is delicious

pout and push, luxury of
self-love, and savoring murmur
full in the mouth and falling
like fruit

taut skin pierced,
bitten, provoked into juice,
and tart flesh

question
and reply, lip and tongue
of pleasure.