FIRST FRUITS
ASHLEY NEBELSIECK
I am at my best as a ripe peach
aching to spill, sweetened by worship
blushing with promise
And this is how I render myself
to be consumed
transformed
flesh, fuel for experience
Take this immeasurable slip of yielding
center, sly with potential
Ah, what else could I offer,
you, who are also everything?
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