Green with desire

to hold in
your hand
the answer

to your hunger

that thing
that has been calling
to you four hours

thinking only of it

green and ugly
beautiful egg shaped
mysterious

in its being

somewhere
in between
fruit and vegetable

to slice it

in half to
remove the pit
and look at

the absence left behind

a natural bowl
perfect and round
a natural bowl

to fill with balsamic

dark and sweet
sprinkle with salt mankinds
oldest currency

then, like a lover

spooning it out
with sensual longing
dark and secret

a priest stands nearby

ready to hear
your sacred confession
"Father, forgive me...

for I have eaten."