Have you seen the perfect grape?

Or better still tasted one?

I will always cherish

My love for this small fruit

Of pure perfection

The lovely green one comes first

transluscent, with a pearly sheen

Luminous, like an ancient jade

It's white flesh inside

Holding a promise of pristine sweetness

Now comes the naughty black one

It is almost a deep violet 

Shining with impudence

Round, juicy, delicious

It beckons, it invites

Loved by makers of wine

It's purple flesh being the

food of love and lovers

The muse for poetry and song

Living, breathing, beautiful

The grape hangs languorously on the vine

Reflecting the warmth of the sun

In a myriad of colors

Black, purple, red and bronze

A bite 

Into the sweet silver flesh

brings

a burst of pleasure

So intense

That it is as sharp as an arrow 

The clarity of sweetness and tart

is simply exquisite

as all my senses

celebrate this unforgettable moment 

of savoring

This perfect grape

This makes me think of 

Our creator of all things wonderful

How on earth do you make

something so perfect

seem so simple?