You kissed me like red kisses strawberries

You kissed me like red kisses strawberries

delicately at first thaw

soon the places in me

too eau-de-nil to freckle in sunlight

had ripened cherry

ready for your tongue to taste

summer came early (as it too often does

:you were pulling spring from another

now I am swollen.
grown large with amaranthine promises
I have become your parasitic suckle

trying to feed
the naked seeds in my ribcage.

your lips never sprouted into your legs

wrapped around my sacred fruit

it is a fleck of wheaten sand
I will learn the secret of the Pandyas)
there is spring in my step

and it is as much my discovery to attach

as accepting your abandonment