A sweet little pudding poem to round off the day nicely. Enjoy!

I pick up a pear.
Salacious curvaceous!
I smile.
And poach some wine.
I pick up a peach. 
Juicy fruity!
I smile.
And pour out some cream.
I pick up an apple.
Crunchy munchy!
I smile.
And mix up some crumble.
I pick up a plum.
Yummy scrummy!
I smile. 
And whisk up some custard.
I pick up a strawberry.
Divine sublime!
I smile.
And make up some tart.
I pick up an orange.
Besty zesty!
I smile.
And grate some chocolate.
I pick up a lemon.
Squeezy teasy!
I smile.
And whip up some meringue.
I pick up my tum.
Jeepers Creepers!
Don't get Diabeaters!

K M Pearce, Nurturing the Roots

On the 17th June 1631, the 22 year Taj Mahal project began. So here's my own much smaller Monument to Love, particularly the experience of falling in love for the first time, which, of course, is the sweetest thing.

Thick draped cloth.
Pools everywhere.
I want to lie in it.
Become absorbed in. 
The creases.
Each one inviting a new place.
To hide.
And to be. 
Within the sultry curves.
Of beauty in. 
Fabric form.
Silk against.
Silky skin. 
The lightness. 
And darkness,
Of being
Young and
Dropping
Lightly 
Into 
The
Full
Heavy
Experience 
Of 
Love.

K M Pearce, Nurturing the Roots