summer sun incandescent,
blackberries ripening on the vine-
pearly white and green
a few deepening to purple-black,
growing tumescent
even as they wait

I slide the ripened berries
from the vine to my mouth
licking juice droplets
staining my fingertips

you pick the green ones
wincing at the sourness
your mouth puckered tightly
at their unripe taste

And still, I find myself amazed
that even for summer
your choice is not change.

12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Jun 27, 2013 @ 03:23:53

    yes, we all make choices don’t we….


  2. warmginger
    Jun 27, 2013 @ 07:36:05

    Made my mouth water Whimsy and so with you on the choosing.


  3. Oloriel
    Jun 27, 2013 @ 08:42:24

    A very ponderous piece, the ending carried a note of sadness with it. A great write, I enjoyed reading.


  4. johnnycrabcakes
    Jun 27, 2013 @ 16:50:02

    …and yet we can not decide to not decide…


  5. kabirgandhiok
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 14:42:10

    Enjoyed every bit of your poem 🙂 Lovely!


  6. Alice Keys
    Aug 23, 2013 @ 15:32:20

    You even make fruit sound sexy. You go, girl!


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