Last Tomato
You sly sweet tomato
Until you plop into my hand
-- no vinegar soul here --
I can barely stand to eat you
-- a holy gem --
I slice you into fiery wheels
One bite of this scarlet communion wafer
And I Am
Red fireball of summer
Rudely, I twist your green stem
Exuding your spicy female smell
The last of a long strand of rubyfruit jewels
Between your spokes, seeds, juiciness drip
releases your blood into mine
Borne again to summer’s earthly grace.