Crouching,

eye-to-plant with

scratchy stems,

leaves that jaundice,

the giant orb spider –

my hand shoots back.

Eyeing the curious gaggle of cherry tomatoes,

their high-pitched giggles

and whispers entice.

Pluck one.

An unblemished beauty yawning and

drinking in the sun.

Bite one.

Radiant orgasm of sweetness and soil,

jewel of seed and toil.

Grasp a blushing tomato,

the firm affirmation

of bliss.