Marina Bessel Poet I do not know?

The Firmest Raspberries

You asked me to paint you a picture  
Remember?  
I laughed at the cliché but asked you what of  
And you said: Anything.  
As long as the Earth serves as the canvas  
And succulent red raspberries the paint.  
   
Remember when we took our clothes off?  
After the berries collected in a hand-woven basket  
The firmest ones you had ever seen, you said:  
How beautiful it will be to paint a picture   
A magnificent, natural creation  
Remember?  
   
Later that evening, we created the paint  
We stood, pressed together, in that raggedy basket  
And one at a time, we lifted our feet 
And stomped them back down, up and down, up and down  
Remember how disappointed you with the deep puddle of red?   
Not vibrant, not viscid, or deep enough, you said  
   
Remember? Because that’s the last I remember.  
  
Remember coming back to consciousness  
Under the muddy boot of... thirty-five years the sheriff  
And never had he experienced something so frightening  
Armed and ready, he let you stand, and you got to your feet,  
Feet stained with a deep, bright red  
Remember?  
   
You gazed at the ground and spotted your creation and you  
Remembered everything, and you were finally pleased   
The Earth before you displayed an arresting painting  
A viscous red pigment maneuvered into excellent designs 
So beautifully contrasted against the freshness of the brown soil  
Your natural, magnificent creation 
  
Your paintbrush had been a knife  
And my body, your hand-woven basket  
There I lay: tattered, torn, raggedy  
And you thanked me for painting you a picture  
Remember?

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