Burial of the fruit

We now live cozily in the thatch remembering
The cashew-fruits that lay in temptation’s way.
Their taste is shriveled up on our sand bodies .
Our knowledge is but a sensation , a sand fruit
That has cozied up to the beat of a summer sun.
We are waiting to bury our fruit in the sands.

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