Sticky sweet memories
cling to the side
of my mason jar mind
Like blackberry jam.
Berries plucked
and kisses stolen
beneath a sultry summer sky.
Nothing but sweat and
white teeth and
purple stained finger tips.
But now it's cold--
too cold
for blackberries.
I spread what's left
of the jam
on some dry toast
And savor the taste.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
Sticky sweet memories
cling to the side
of my mason jar mind
Like blackberry jam.
Berries plucked
and kisses stolen
beneath a sultry summer sky.
Nothing but sweat and
white teeth and
purple stained finger tips.
But now it's cold--
too cold
for blackberries.
I spread what's left
of the jam
on some dry toast
And savor the taste.
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