Black Cherry

Bittersweet how sweet and bitter
love can be when pretense withers
tender - like the underbelly
not like fruit that's heavy, ready,
freshly plucked your heart will seem
not from a field but from a dream
aching, quaking feverfew
springs up surefire sparks in you.
sparks fire's searing inspiration
singe your tongue, quick respirations
stretching muscle's full dull ache;
when you swell you feel a break,
a crick, a crack, a flowing river
strange how blood tastes
sweet and bitter.

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