The Firmest Grape
By: Alexa Gray

Most often, solid grapes are the sweetest
What pleasure is there in the yielding ones
That slide down your throat without protest?
There is no challenge
The dawn steals into my dreams
Robbing me of the stale vision I so desire
Where he loves me
But the sun brings with it reality
Along with him in all his splendor
A double-edged sword, so to speak
For when I see him I know what it was-
Proof of my passion, yet only my pathetic fantasy's cry
Despair is icy
Yet he melts me, my heart, my soul
Until I remember my own personal winter
I fail to see the attraction of cold clay
But I say nothing
Forever silent to him
He knows nothing of my pain
And never will, if I have my way
Just the way he hides his tears when I search
I shall keep mine from his concealed concern
I laugh merely thinking of his façade
It has not fooled me for such a long time
How could it?
Yet he charms me that way
Though I know he will likely never want me
I savor his hard flavor
Resolving to wait forever for what is certainly worth eternity