Quick! Use the Heavy-Handed Ray of Ironic Justice!

Another Tom Tomorrow cartoon.

Apricot

 A summer Taos sunset in your hand.
The weight of a small child's fist,
a girl, resisting sleep
as she sleeps.
The shape of a chicken angel's egg.
Eros's lovely clefted backside
in velvet.  Fleshy
as a horse's lazy, lower lip.
A faraway fragrance:
juniper in gin, that slow gin
kiss.
What God saw on the eighth day, and ate, and said of it - 
way good. 
The woody stone we worry-gnaw when death's near,
when we're toothless again as babies,
trying to keep a great thought
small.

 - Deborah Slicer