“Strawberry Moon”

The juice drips down his fingers

The sight sets my heart aflutter

I want to lick the sweet apple sauce

And watch while he stutters.

The blush that would rise in his cheeks

The love in my heart fly to meet it

To hold on tight and watch

The apple's juice drip, drip, drip.

I would watch unflinching

As that juice ran down, down, down

Ruining my heart under his ribs

Tearing me apart without a sound.