Metaphorical

this peach 
has no flavour 
left within - 
its firmness 
and brilliance of hue 
seduces one into 
a comfort zone 
of belief that 
the marrying of the two 
will burst forth 
in a flavoured ecstacy 
of tasteful lingering bliss 
yet 
as i reach 
the inner cored pit 
realisation 
reminds 
that the bland tasting flesh 
created an illusion 
of safety - 
there where no 
tantalising outbursts 
of everlasting bliss 
just a chewing routine 
and an aching jaw 
'i who ate peaches - now eat them no more'