Peaches

Today in class we were talking about poems with a fruit theme. I remembered how much I loved this poem about peaches. Enjoy!

Peaches

A mouthful of language to swallow:

stretches of beach, sweet clinches,
breaches in walls, bleached branches;
britches hauled over haunches;
hunched leeches, wrenched teachers.
What English can do: ransack
the warmth that chuckles beneath
fuzzed surfaces, smooth velvet
richness, splashy juices.
I beseech you, peach,
clench me into the sweetness
of your reaches.
-Peter Davison