I wish I could
have as much
joy in my body
as my niece,
a whole strawberry
Ruby fruit cupped
in tiny hands,
rivulets of pink juice
of her open mouth
I hold a napkin
under her chin
to catch the stream
and watch her
Eyelashes bat open,
and she beams
consuming the last
bite of strawberry
For my niece
Her hair smelled like strawberry sun,
her skin lightly powdered like a baker’s bun,
you picture her on your luncheon plate.
Being swallowed by your slimy throat
Will never become her fate.
it was the night we got high off of our youth
we soared through the sweet strawberry sunset
we didn’t talk
we didn’t have to
it was just me and you on a wednesday night
forgetting the world
and at last,
being at ease.
i love you more than i care to express.
Lipstick butterflies float on the mirror’s heavy condensation
She is a vermillion explosion
Heavy colored lids and
Winged eyeliner as if
This is the glitz and glamour
of how to disappear
Take a sip
Sweet and soft
But never enough
Smooth in your mouth
Tangy but not sour
Covering the dollhouse
Dripping from your lips
On your fingertips
Staining the lace
On your pretty white dress
Making a mess
Can’t see through the syrupy haze
Covering my eyes in a strawberry glaze
I see you but you don’t see me
I see you when you walk into your favorite café
Your head hung low and your nose in a book
What are you reading? Is it a love story? A thriller?
I desperately want to know..
To know you
I see you but you don’t see me
I see you as you use your wavy strawberry locks
To cover your rosy face hoping no one
Will take a second look at you
But I do because I know you
But you don’t know me
I see you nibbling on your fingernails,
Preparing yourself to order the same coffee
You always drink because you’re too scared to try anything else
Let me help you, I want to help you
Let me say the words that always grab your tongue
And seize it before you can speak
But you finally muster the words in a taut manner
Take your mocha latte to go and exit the cafe swiftly
And I see an opportunity fall out of my hands
Until the next time you come in again
You’re intriguing, a world to explore
I saw you but you didn’t see me
What will it take to get your attention?
Hello, You! Won't you notice me?
I once bought a box of fresh strawberries
from the market
I've hated strawberries all my life,
but not because of how they tasted,
how they smelled,
or how they looked.
To be honest, I've never really eaten
a strawberry before;
but I just knew I'd hate it.
People think that it was just because
I was a picky eater;
that I wasn't up for trying new things.
I hated strawberries because
people thought all girls were supposed
to like them -- their taste, their scent.
All sweet and innocent and pure and nice.
I hated how they expected me to be
confined in a pink, dainty box,
expected me to like or smell like
fresh fruits and honey,
all sugary and giggly.
So I bought a box of fresh strawberries,
put one in my mouth,
and the rest in the bin.
I still hate strawberries,
but for more reasons now.
Heating your tubes,
Resolving in stroke.
Live while you can,
All of your might.
One day it might
All Run out.
Out of reach,
Out your grasp.
Fingertips width away.
Skys dull to grey.
I may look gray but im feeling (strawberry) blue.
Im only part white. https://youtu.be/Pcl0K-4__fk
i don’t want to fall in love
i want to step into it, slowly
like a shower on a monday
morning. warm, easy-on-the
the bones. softness, two hands
to hold and a mouth to tell me
stories. someone to whisper
“what-ifs” across the wire and
fill the kitchen with kisses
and strawberry cake
i don’t want to fall in love,
i want to make it.