Resurrection of a Banana

Hearts are bursting with gushing gallop,
As eyes bake without a surrendered caress
From the scanty sadist, whose whispers
Are the prayers of their dormant heaviness.

Now uprooted and prepared to battle
Carnal breezes, that signs their emotions;
Splattered at her feet, where thoughts are racing
For the core of tawny juices, peeled.

Which have not the free humor she pretends.
Such are hatred’s dry delights,
Like a frozen sun that can’t be chased,
In lonely nights where they glean.

On their foreheads she pastes her cherries, tasted but unbitten,
Then spins and protrudes sympathetic orifices –
Planting plastic vibrations within,
Instead of their swallowing and licking.

Cherished, changing blusters subside,
When the rose is dropped from her diamond darkness,
Which wasn’t angelic rustling after all,
But the fallen stars of Sappho.