You were not invited to this picnic.
But I will take your hand
lay you down
and feed you cherries
overly ripe and bursting
deliciously mushy
almost rotten.
Feasting on bittersweet kisses
full of cream and honey
You can close your eyes
And I will sit beside you.
offering nothing
but salty ground-up stories
Regurgitated memories
that will only last so long
before you will want a cigarette.
And then I can dance
naked sunshine
chilling my arms
that were so freshly oiled
with love.
But you’ve lost the button on your coat
eaten by the grass
freckled with weeds
Not soft.
So I will sit beside you
And soothe your aching mind
with sour cherries…
A look of longing patience
mottled and piercing…
We can finally go back.
