Peachy Dream

The camera - or some ever watchful eye
zooms down to the foreground
and watches as you pass
through my threshold.

There - where a garden brimming with life
and flooded with my love for you
is harvested, waxed,
and lined neatly on cheap wooden shelves
for your viewing pleasure -
the colors cast their snare upon you
and pull you away from the door.

A shrill chime rings and alerts me
to your uneasy presence and I
drift to you on the wafting AC breeze
                                     and I
lift my golden peach to
your hungry lips.
     The scent clings to your brain,
     invading every of your dull recollections
     with my juice confection.

You bite.  I reel you in.