In honor of it being summer (sort of) and of my love for nectarines, I am re-posting (once again) my ode to nectarines.  (I really need to finalize a title for this one.)

If you want to seduce me,
you need to do just one thing:
bring me a nectarine,
ripe, with juice that drips;
unbroken, its skin seductive,
cool and beckoning;
sweet, anticipated taste
that fills your mouth with flavor,
fulfilling every yearning it evoked.
And then, let me eat it all myself,
even if you wanted some.