Peaches

A pair of peaches, face-up, flayed open
laid under a late August sun to dry
the heat peels back all the skin and muscle
and the pulp is parched inside.

A pair of peaches, face-up, flayed open
under the sun's hemorrhaging sky
sisters of the same knotted tree branch
leave their turgor for fruit flies.

We'll last forever and a day this way
with canvas arms draped over our sides
but it makes me so fanastically sad
to see the dark circles beneath your eyes.