Grocery List Passed by on the Street

Honey
    sweet melody
    heralds her passing,
    carried on
Meat
    -y thighs, proud
    and strong in who
    she is. Hips swaying like
Pears
    heavy on the branch,
    ripe in the noon
    sun. Joyously, plump
Strawberry
    lips spread into
    a smile, reaching
    golden delicious
Apples
    her cheeks, genuine,
    when the smile touches her
    eyes, newly washed
Blackberries
    glistening in a bowl
    of heavy cream, making you
    warm like freshly baked
Bread
    minutes from the oven,
    steam curling up, butter
    melting. She is true
Coffee
    hair caught in a breeze, framing
    her face, leaving vanilla
    dreams in her wake.