Peaches
A mouthful of language to swallow:
stretches of beach, sweet clinches,
breaches in walls, pleached branches;
britches hauled over haunches;
bunched leeches, wrenched teachers.
What English can do: ransack
the warmth that chuckles beneath
fuzzed surfaces, smooth velvet
richness, plashy juices.
I beseech you, peach,
clench me into the sweetness
of your reaches.
Copyright Credit: Peter Davison, "Peaches" from The Poems of Peter Davison, 1957-1995. Copyright © 1995 by Peter Davison. Reprinted with the permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.