Sweet Fruit
I tripped upon a dream rock inside motor head
stepped upon the perfect stare while i ran
fall out to take the blame and ate the fruit
against the night -- to be fructose inside my veins
i don't like how you see me any more
i don't like how you say you love me
i love no less and what is more i love less
then if love is a reason to become winter
we will walk a winter's night in day
and hail flowers that grow where our sighs are dry
oh well oh well oh oh
did our love then, in spring be green and healthy?
It's fairly simple as you know.
i trust it as our autumn will be dark and desperate,
but if our summer is warm we do love in spring,
and our autumn loves in summer
like a bullet for all bullets metaphorically
god directs our well-fed flowers of autumn
i'm falling
ah oh right
falling
it comes to a final spring
my love and yours
i've been think and writing too much
seeing seeds that are ripe and the ripening fruit
now are mine to pluck and your sweetness
is perfect scented nature trembling in joy that has
soon lost the raw innocence of spring.
We race by light leaving trails of sweet-scented jasmine that
smiles for all romantic lovers.
:: 07.07.2022 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2022
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