As Ripe As A Fruit

As ripe as a fruit lies the world in my arms,
it ripened last night,
and the peel is the thin blue membrane which extends
  around it like a bubble,
and the sap is the sweet and fragrant, running, burning
  stream of sunlight.

And out in the transparent universe I run like a
  swimmer,
drowned in the christening of ripeness and born to the
  power of ripeness.
Consecrated into an act, as light as a laugh
I divide a golden sea of honey, which my hungry hands
  desire.