cherry/58

by poems & doodles

broken summer cherries
stain the  palms of
her hands, running
ruby and fuchsia
deep in the crosshatched
intersection of her
heart and head.

she swallows fruit whole,
stems and pits and juicy flesh
her cupids bow blotched
crimson,
and she dreams of
her own flowering,
orchard flourishing,

the day she’ll stain
another’s palms
and rest in the curve
of untouched
lips.

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8/30 Poem Every Day

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