If You Ever Loved Me

The dark red fruit of the summer 

Strawberries, deep 

Painfully swollen like 

The infection in the wound. 

The flesh spread over

The shadowy cherry

On my tongue. 

Skin thin, fragrant blossoms 

Fade into warm air.

As the grass grows green

And thick and full of life

It slowly withers

Into the clouds falling down.

Heat waves pass by 

Trickling morning dew 

In the prickly garden leaves 

Sick beside the watermelons.

Late in the season 

The past changes the way 

The month now feels.

Laying out in someone’s arms

Wine-dyed as the berries 

In the night, in the thorns

Behind the shimmer of eyes 

In the treeline.

Reviews

[willweb]

Kind of dark but in a tempting sort of way. A puzzle of words that piece together a deeper meaning, this one touched me and kind of made me stare. Nicely done