strawberry

Tiny fleshen red berry
budding between
mushroom soft cheeks
Flaring in refreshing
crimson gloss
A tingling moist tip
where forbidden hints of
grape and strawberry
linger
A glow and a sweetness
to drive one to madness
delicate newborn floret
beyond reach of a
sinful touch
pollinate yearning
and unrequited sadness
a puckering glistening
crop
a taboo harvest
deemed out of season
This point of
cosmic perfection
as boastful
as a peacock sheen
Nature guards its
reasons;
and knows
it must be seen

c. 2001, 2008 Evan Gilling

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