"TASTED, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN"

one simple red fruit,
fat and glorious

(hopefully tasty)

so swollen in its own
juicy pink
floodwaters,

picked today
under scorch
of high sun

in a dusty dry,
almost infinite
field at the end

of a twisty rutted
road,

and I can't help
but smile lustily

as my impatient lips
smack with pleasure

and my hungry
enlightened tongue

invites the pregnant
strawberry-

this sugared
ruby-

bite by perfect bite,

seductively

notoriously,

down into the dark
appreciative
dampness
within.