A Poem About Poetry

At least that's the assignment although after several hours all I have is oodles of doodles on the pages of my journal and not much else; a word here a fragment there ~ peach/blossom/cherry/plum each/some/barely/none fascinate/fabricate communicate ~ but let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth for his love is sweeter than wild berries filled with the sun, and suddenly I realize I know less about you than I do this poem!