A Summer Love

She was picked from a group as the best of the bunch. 

Skin silky smooth – water could barely touch.

Firm but not resistant, to a blade made for this instant…

Juices flowed…

Faces glowed…

And we feasted…

on the first ripe tomato from our garden.

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