Poem: The Raspberry Crusher – 31/01/20

I taste the tartness carelessly left coating my teeth,
raspberry goodness,
sour, slimy, almost eye wincing
still ripely sweet,
 
my eyes widen,
a great surprise,
as I absorb the flavoursome layer,
my tastebuds tingle, they tango,
sweetness most certainly assured,
if we’ve detoxed from refined treats prior.
 
The naturalness of Nature’s offerings
I am yet to feel ungrateful for her juice
pressed forth into my hand,
as round raucous raspberries they sang and danced
until I gently rolled them between forefinger and thumb
crushing them,
caressing them,
sweetly, carefully.
 
The juice stains
it drips close to my white dress
I bound aside but
alas!
 
A crimson tear,
captured within the fabric for all of time,
a reminder,
of fruity bloodshed,
I lick my hands,
grin from ear to ear.

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