Saturday, February 14, 2015

Valentine



Saturday, February 14, 2015

We want it to be sweet
But it rarely is,
At least, not completely,
Like a not yet ripe cherry
We are anxious to devour,
We bite through the skin
To learn the truth,
Sometimes we get what we need
From not yet ripe or too ripe
The juices dripping
Down inside us to fill us up
Too bitter or two sweet
It is always hard to choose
Though we soon learn
Unripe ripens over time
While too sweet is the last lap
Before the last gasp
And in this we are engaged
In a life and death struggle
We know as love
Bursting out of us,
Dripping down our chins
Sweet and sour at some time
Leaving us to wonder
How we can endure
The hot and cold of it,
When in truth, the best part
Is the first bite, when we do not know
If it will be sweet or not,
Part of what makes it so perfect
Is its imperfections
The off center rose,
The different colored pearl
The slanted lips we kiss
And know we’ve kissed
For the shape they take
Around our lips,
Not too sweet or too sour
Not too hot or cold
Fast or slow,
Soft or hard,
But just right
This trust we accept as truth
No more solid than
The ever changing universe
We live in, real only because
We make it real,
Solid only because we take the chance
To bite the fruit in the first place
Sour to sweet we take it all in.




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