Saturday, 14 January 2012

Cherry

I take you down to the cherry trees,
to smear your mouth like a wound,
and kiss you. Because it is forbidden,
we divest ourselves of accoutrements,
paint each other naked in the grass.
You take the fruit I give you, welcoming
the sin knowledge brings, and you know me
there in the shade of the trees, wordless.

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