sometimes
in my dreams
i
am naked picking cherries
my
body undressed of you
were
we really two or one-
the
leftover pips say two
too
hard pips they are dead
but
the memory of cherry flesh
is
raw it bleeds my mouth sweetly
wakes
my body with each bite-
months
years later my lips
are
still red moist
© Nora Nadjarian
from "25 Ways to Kiss a Man"
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