Peaches Ripe And Full

You would not know unless i told you that i am frightened, hungry and alone. so i climbed high up, between the fork of your tree and it held me. eyes wild my hair being unkempt and long many are the peaches ripe and full around me. and being unsure of my purchase only that those within reach would i squeeze and ever so ever so gently. only the one, that one without effort as i cling within the fork and reach out on my purchase to squeeze it. and it drops with only the slightest of pressure, into my hand as i hang on and into the fork of my purchase. and within my hand and still shaking i bite while i squeeze it. and juice runs forth from my hand and my mouth and my mouth is so full with peach meat. and as the juice squirts up into my hair, i am reaching for the next one and the fuzz so fair and white on the pink skin and as i swallow the last i am squeezing the next one. sleeping in the fork the moon comes up to squeeze me.