I
I will never deny you
Words or food
Or the smallest piece of me
That bit there
Between desire and need

II
Peaches are best in the summer months. Plump and sweet when juice runs down tanned skin. How else would you eat a peach except greedily? Hungrily, as if there were no other delight in the world.

III
When did my nipples grow larger, my breasts heavier, my hips take on flesh. When did I become beautiful in my own right, comfortable in my own skin? And was it about that time or later that I grew restless? Later, I think, much later - after sadness, after dispair, and but certainly just before I met you.