Summer Fruit of Childhood
Open wide my mouth,
as sugar stirs my tongue,
stained a juicy blue,
and satisfied with its surprise.
For along the winding steep,
my eyes in apropos of Summer,
plucked the childhood fruit
and stirred it sweet and cold.
Stainless steel lips, lime-eyed
and chubby-cheeked, remember,
the iridescence of an innocent sun,
carefree and loved.
4/23/2019
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