Sunday, January 29, 2012

strawberry

strawberry sweetness
hands open and receiving gifts,
mouths drinking in the surprise
of fruits of labor turned into
a  generous resonance on the tongue,
a refreshed mind
settled in clarity, brimming with hope

strawberry crush
a pit in the stomach
rolling into unexpected softness
it collapses its flesh against untender pressures
weary of time, weary of sun
it fades,
and yields to the elements surrounding
vulnerability a predictable task for delicate fruit
and eternally will succumbs

strawberry passion
belly to belly
together they lie glistening
seeded, heads a tuft of green in disarray
full of intentional bursts of livelihood
in a swallow full of drip down dreams from the sun

strawberry tartness
the sour bite and underdeveloped nature
that skids and swerves and heeds only
adventure and idolatry
instead of poise and promise
sassy and defiant this berry blows its own horn
as its selfish birthright gives not an inch of satisfaction
instead leaves one hesitant to explore
any further commitments to a life so un(for)giving

strawberry pie
sloshes and warms its gooey innards
satisfied by the binding heat to be come together
this is the summertime when skies are clear
and breezes are drifting fresh linens
it is crumbling and buttery and the sweetness of exploration
the satiation unbeatable, the pretense of being lost in goodness
while never having to lose something good

strawberry essence
a collaboration and coalescing of possibility
aim, desire, failure, predictability and razor sharp intuition
that when fully grown feels the incredulity of existence,
fearful of atrophy and the power of neglect
while acutely yearning to bear its most beautiful gifts
upon the widespread fields of green.