My strawberry kiss
stains your lips so scarlet
But brace your touch
to the thorns of the blackberry bush.
Excitingly simple it seems
when the fuchsia's pollen is filling
The air with cherubs, holding
a scent that pierces the senses.
Nature grants its deuteronomy
sprouting freedom to masses of
Timid children who misunderstand
the fangs of a snake's bite.