Prompt: Write a poem about peaches without describing them using the following adjectives: sweet, sour, juicy, big, round, soft, firm, fuzzy, orange, pink, fresh.

Peaches are weird.
I've seen a peach.
It's like an apple, but less red.
And when you pick up a knife
and cut right through
it reveals an avocado pit
and the flesh of a mango.
I've smelled a peach.
Its aroma is sugar turned air
like every other fruit
and perhaps its taste too.
Why perhaps?
Because I've never tasted it.
I suppose it tastes like other fruits
like solid honey mixed with sourness
perhaps it's as firm as a pear
or soft as a grape.
I don't know.
Do you?