The Raspberries Know
Raspberry juice dots my fingertips
Smearing the steering wheel, and I don’t care
Your name repeats a million times in my mind
And I feel the longing for more
For your name in my mouth,
Your heart in my soul
For a love that burns longer and sweeter than the brightest harvest moon
We are one, you and I
And even the raspberries know it.
Copyright 2011 Heather Strang
Posted: September 26th, 2011 under Uncategorized.