Wednesday, December 5, 2012

My heart is like a ripe red tomato


My heart is like a ripe red tomato

When it gets bruised, the vegetable scent rises up, fresh, too much fragrance
When it is crushed, the ruby red juices flow, like blood. Dripping everywhere.

Don't be alarmed, its a good thing

think of the abundance of a harvest,

soil and water mixed with sunshine

I am a child of the earth.

I love and I cry.

And once, maybe it happened already

One day, maybe its coming

My tomato heart will meet that one,

that chef with a knife

that does not bruise,

that does not crush.