Hello Escritori,
Avast! (I felt that one should be piratical when triumphant) for I have producéd a piece of poesie sirrah! (later lapsing into Shakespeare…) I have it here for your consumption this Sunday morn.
Strawberries
I went to the market
(And you must pardon me
If the results aren’t as sensuous
As Christina Rossetti’s)
But I found my eye attracted
To the punnets of strawberries.
They sweltered slickly
In the heat
Looking like the luscious
Souls of kisses
Laid out, and delicious
In clear plastic
Chapels of rest:
Rather more fleshly
Than their fleeting counterparts,
In a sanguinary substitution
Just as blessed.
Strawberries at least retain the moisture
(If not the intent)
Of kisses scattered across bare skin
On a summer’s day.
Given easily and just so
Again, evaporating away.
So bite instead
A vivid velvet heart
And the juice
Will sluice and zing.
And it being a soul,
Once you’ve swallowed it whole,
You’ll have experienced
A kiss; that will cling.
(© Copyright Pola Negri, 02/09/2016.)
I love strawberries. And now, I will never think of them the same way again. They are now forever beautified. :):):)
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And pretty raunchy!
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Ha ha! 🙂
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