Wrong Kind of Persimmon

Too soft. Fingerpads sinking
in. Need to be firm,
hard to push around.

Fuyu sweet, mandarin
stringy. Caught unripe,
wrong way around.

Make me tasty. Make me
trust you. Sink in
teeth-first, find out.

Apricot-shaped. Strange
belonging. Stay with me,
or call us over and out.

Persimmon. Too sweet
to be bitter. Love me
in the morning.

I don't know what we are, but I love you in the only way I know.

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