Ariera (Banana)

I come into the room
You, Ariera smile a wide grin.
I leave; your grin turns down.
You are not yet ripe
But close you are
For I will peel you once you are.
Your one layer, Ariera, I will peel;
To taste your sweetness;
Oh, you will also be tender
As each bite is eaten
To the final last.
I see your frown; don’t worry
For tomorrow a yellow grin
Will be on your face once more
Knowing I have come to eat you at last.