too cumbersome for a house plant,
you demand open fields and free sun
the roots you cork-screw stay shallow,
feeding from windy wet air
your saw-tooth leaves grow rosette round
to contain the dewy droplet rain
thriving and mature you flower your first,
pink and sharp to attract
irresistible are the folds of your blossom
for my pollination buzz
i wander homeward, dizzy headed,
heavy in the day's nectar
in visits to come you grow fat,
thick-skinned and full of juice
hovering around your ripened maternity
waiting for gravity to mid-wife
your pineapple splits on the soil
gushing and wet; I make a bee-line
the sweetest reward for me, my love,
lies in your pulpy fruit
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