Half a peach, glistening (person)

I can eat a peach for hours	I knew she wasn't faking	She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented	She arose and said matter-of-factly
Erotic nodes	Still she cried, and still the world pursues	Deep inside, you know that some things are boundless	She smiles in colors
The kind of woman who eats ice cream in February	A rebel from the waist down	It floats forever in a moon-green pool	Achingly beautiful
Peaches	stallion mang	Do I dare to eat a peach?	The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Oh yes	Peeling an Orange	half a page of scribbled lines	I will always be in the details
I thought I might find you here	Sangria Blanca	Noders' poetry