[i want you to run your thumb over my waist and not try to fuck me][i want to taste wine on your lips and not your vomit]winter cherryIn Unholy Fruit, Dre Levant bodies desire back into the physical landscape of touch, taste, and smell. These poems, both visual and text based, want us to sit in the visceral experience of finding oneself corporeal, animal, in life, sex, and love.