A Reservoir of Words

There's a special period of time
denoted by sticky skin
and dripping eyebrows
when peaches must be consumed 
at every possible opportunity. 
How many summers will I have 
to revel in cobblers, 
ice cream, compote toppings
on olive oil cakes,
all distinctively marked by the
sweet flesh of the reigning
stone fruit of the South?
Let me sink my teeth into
your body while I can—
I am greedy and I want 
all of you.