Bananas

She was like a banana.
The best part of her was on the inside.
The amount of insulin I’d need
trying to devour her whole
God knows how much I love the thought of that.
The effect she’d have on me.

Each time I’d see her,
I’d unravel her piece by piece
until all of her shone like never before.

The only problem was
I was allergic to bananas.
Although her smell was intoxicating,
one taste of her
and my throat would instantly swell.

Though I wouldn’t prefer anything artificial.
I wanted the real thing.

When I revealed all of this to her,
she just laughed.
She laughed her ass off, as a matter of fact
rocking back and forth,
her little brown shoes clicking together,
her yellow skin now a bit red,
her freckles now in full view.

When I asked why she laughed,
she said,
It’s quite alright.
Most people I’ve met speak so highly of themselves.
You’re the first person to admit
you correctly know how to open a banana.