Cherry

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

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

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