raspberry

i've always had an unfound obsession with

raspberries

i don't know what it is the redness the pinkness

sort of fushia, i agree

and i don't mind the hairs, i like them too,

tiny little morsels growing out of the drupelets

but it was when I swallowed five raspberries at once i thought

i think i need to slow down

yes, for a second i had preferred raspberry cake instead of the aggregate fruit itself

that's when i caught myself

now I'm back to admiring 

the red drops all around a perfect semi-sphere 

at dawn, when the sun teases a hill, 

i find a red dot, in the middle of the sill

i strum it from earth 

with the tips of my fingers

admiring its seams and texture like tiny

lips

one bite leaves a drupelet less

two bites a drupelet more

three, four,

raspberry no more