A Girl Enriched (Your Heart’s Delight)
Some days I will be a summer
breakfast on the lawn,
strawberry-paunched cheeks pimpled
all over like tiny teardrop seeds;
you’ll find me just as wild with the blush
of sunburn and a dribble of sugar syrup
staining my lips and fingertips.
You will kiss me red and curl me
up among the china using the picnic
knives to sliver my skin, seeing if I too
am sickly sweet inside and just ripe enough,
without a single hint of rank maturity.
I am chewed and savoured, shared between lovers,
adored, delicious, despised, spat subtly into a napkin.
What inspired me: My thoughts and words have been too muddled the past six months. Oh darling, am I mature enough for you yet?