Pitting CherriesSlicing the swollen ruby fruit
with my paring knife,
I attend to how the skin separates
yielding its hard dark center
while trails of juice
chart paths of sticky sweetness
down my sun kissed arms.
I lick them clean;
each cherry a love child
formed in mama’s earth womb.
Savoring the ripeness of this day
I swallow it whole.
with my paring knife,
I attend to how the skin separates
yielding its hard dark center
while trails of juice
chart paths of sticky sweetness
down my sun kissed arms.
I lick them clean;
each cherry a love child
formed in mama’s earth womb.
Savoring the ripeness of this day
I swallow it whole.
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