Her beauty captivated him.
She possessed perfect curves and firm flawless skin.
He dressed her with jewels and asked her to pose.
He adored her adorning him.
The days passed and she matured,
loosing firmness and gaining sweetness.
When he finally remembered her, she was almost too old.
He delicately washed her, peeling away layers.
Swiftly without hesitation, he carved and covered her with dough...
...transforming his once perfect pear into a tart.
from “Conversations with Fruit” a series in progress
