This is a sweetness
I forget I am allowed.
Blue smoke shivering
in the late May evening
sun, and you, a silhouette
against the trees and fields.
Dusk’s dying heat playing
upon the music of your lips,
a mouth open to taste
my summertime skin:
fears melting into my pores,
shimmering gold and light-bitten.
I am a cherry ready to split and burst.
Twirl my stem in knots
around your tongue.
This is a sweetness.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
