Photo by Linh Pham
A slight taste of sorrow mixed with the
sweetness of red juice running down
the inner blush of my skin
where bone and blood meet.
Through the soles of my feet
the red sap flows
into the earth where she
swallows it with glee.
The earth knows no words of possession.
Everything is shared and offered.
Pumped through stem and trunk
and blood stream alike.
We make so much of trying to
understand what it all means,
yet the cherry is red, I am the color of this flesh,
and there is no meaning.
My heart is breaking. Not in the big
dramatic way but the barely perceptible,
just under the surface of my skin
where the sweetness of red swells.
The sap swells my heart.They are
not such distant cousins, hearts and cherries.
Cherries to one day be found and
eaten by a plump red bird.
Like cherries hanging low on
the branch, glistening in the moon’s
reflection and so close to outweighing
the branch’s hold on them,
I glisten in the moonlight as
her light draws the tides of my heart
in and out with the ever faint swoosh
of the beat and the blood.
To let go into her love
is to dissolve into juice
that feeds a thousand sparrows.
She calls me to her and I go
willingly, my stem breaking
under the weight of longing.
(c) Julie M Daley, 2016
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