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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