Sweet Corn
By Don Iannone

Ripe corn.
Ready for pickin'.
Golden yellow
as the sun.
Sweet
as sugar
dipped in honey.
Silk tassles
dangling
in the summer breeze,
tickling fantasies
into submission.
Succulent kernels,
dripping whole butter
on taste buds erect.
Bursting forth,
redefining truth
as sensual pleasure.
And for this,
a year of stretching,
growing,
and finally
all this giving yields
ninety seconds
of utter pleasure.