corn-on-the-cobify me . . .
tomatocize me.
Plop raspberries on my fingertips
only to pop one by one,
into my eager mouth.
It’s garden fresh
summerliciousness time!
Photo from our family reunion last week.
In the good ole summer time . . .
delicious
Delectable
Strawberries.
Luscious dimpled red,
capped by emerald-leafed crowns.
Thumb and forefinger
pinch greenery,
slowly bring to mouth.
Eyes dilate.
Yearning at first sight
turns to absolute delight.
Sweetness explodes.
Taste sublime
brings smile divine.
Nectar-trickle escapes lips
stains white linen,
evidence of fulfilled lust
Fulfilled hides the prompt word fill.
Photo taken as we brought these amazing strawberries home from the Hillcrest Farmers Market in San Diego. Poem written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today De asks us to include the word, or a form of the word, “fill” in our quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, sans title). Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!
