Leaping From Cherry to Cherry

Leaping From Cherry to Cherry 

Blood red little cherry, your taste is a mystery.

Are you the innocence I popped at 16?

Another sweet thing my mother couldn’t afford? 

Look at you and see lost virginity.

Is it the pain you feel when bitten?

Is it the spray of juice dripping from full lips?

Cherry flavoured gum blown into bubbles,

clenched between a puckered mouth, 

exploding on the face of the one who chews 

on thoughts children should never devour. 

How much are you worth?

The empty bellies of little girls?

Take the stem. Twine it with your tongue. Tie it in a bow. Present. Smile.

Body

Seed

Juice

I choke on you

as my macerated mouth mumbles your name.

Picked for perfection,

tossed aside to rot. 

Blood dripping, there’s nothing left but the seed - 

hardened and whole. 

Little Cherry

sit in my palm

I’ll stroke your skin 

a gliding ice skater.

Warm curves melt down my thumb

Dripping along the line of my palm, the path my wrist makes with my arm. 

Where did you come from? 

I’ve seen you before

on Santa Claus’ cheeks (that guy’s a criminal)

pouring from my veins

resting on a lollipop licked tongue.

How many licks till you’re gone?