Suzanne Vega

My favorite plum
Hangs so far from me
See how it sleeps
And hear how it calls to me
See how the flesh
Presses the skin,
It must be bursting
With secrets within,
Ive seen the rest, yes
And that is the one for me
See how it shines
It will be so sweet
Ive been so dry
It would make my heart complete
See how it lays
Languid and slow
Never noticing
Me here below