Peach poem

This metaphor needs a place to breathe.

Peach

Peach hangs like a heart
on bony black skeleton
branches.

Chambered fruit trying
to be a heart,
dangling between rib
cages.

Oh, bleeding suspension.
It saps me, sweetly
there, needing
heart.

Climbing tangles ribs,
my sticky hands
reach
for peach, perfect
envelope of arteries,
swelling marble urn,
strange song.

Oh,--tender suspension.
Reach back for me,
peach.