Fruit

I am fruit.
I am Carmen Miranda's hat.
I am Chiquita Banana and I'm back to say,
I am two scoops of raisins in a package of
Kelloggs Raisin Bran.
I am the ruby apple Eve offered Adam,
sweet, tender-crisp, full of juice,
perfectly ripe and
undeniable.
I am raspberry pie, peach yogurt,
banana bread and lime ice.
I am worth the effort,
I am worth the risk.
Green and hard, I give you a bellyache;
liquid and fermented, I give you a headache.
I am sunlight, mud and rain made edible,
I am flowers made full,
I am compost feeding the ground.
A brown, woody stem
connects me to the tree of life.
I fit completely
inside my perfect, blemished skin.
I am the pomegranate Cleopatra shared with Ceasar,
the plum she shared with Antony.
I am nine months pregnant,
I am secret seeds,
I am sufficient.
Take me.