Strawberries

Strawberries

There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates

– Edwin Morgan

 

when i first read this, i disliked it, made a face, and thought something sarcastic. then i thought of it later in the day and came back to it this morning. it’s beautiful and i’m a cynic to not cling to it. simple, true, honest, sweet, without euphemism, LOVE. take it when it comes, by any way.

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