Guava guava- Bang boom plop

 The scent of guava comes to the nose. I can feel it on my tastebuds as I get close.
It robs the other aromas of the street. How the fruit and it's whiff grow.

Agressive curved floral scent. Novelty the midsummer lent.
overpowering then low and smooth. Into that melon strawberry half groove.

Goes in through the nose. Though senses it Permeates and holds.
Makes the nose hairs shudder. And the brain sinks into pink rock and roll.

Small cracks in the fruit. Exposing that thin line of pulp.
It's a berry like hum of the guava. Like it's alive through the smell alone.

Fruit setting on the tree that can't hurt. But it weighs the branches down to damp dirt.
The yellow skin tarnished but still nicely pungent. The other fruit goes unpicked and rots into fungus.

The bang boom plop. Quick pick it from the tree. Other wise it'll rot, eww unlucky.