Blueberries
Posted in Poetry on August 3rd, 2009 by ColinThis was supposed to be the summer
We were going to pick blueberries.
I, with my trained and stained fingers,
Would find the ripest, sweetest, juiciest berry in the whole patch
So dark and ready, almost purple
Almost candy
And feed it
to you as if in slow motion, watching
It slip between your teeth.
You close your eyes, and through your mouth,
You smell its sun-drenched candy blueness.
POW it bursts with so little pressure
And your beautiful face, sun-drenched and smiling,
Your eyes still closed, you taste the bright joy,
We can both still taste it
Even now
