Burying fruit

We live cozily under  a thatch recalling
Cashew-fruit that lay temptation’s way,
A taste shriveled up on our sand bodies .

Knowledge is but sensation ,a sand fruit
That has cosied up to the beat of the sun.
We are waiting to bury fruit in the sand.

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