Standing in the cherry trees
all one has to do is reach
and there is sweetness,
red sweetness, dripping
sweetness, sweetness.
It will not last, but
standing in the cherry trees
this blazing moment
all one has to do is
open the hand, and reach
and there is sweetness,
not just pleasure enough, but pleasure
more than enough. It is not
a cure for whatever aches,
but it is sweet standing
in the cherry trees tonight, so sweet,
so red and so sweet.
There is the taste of WCW’s plums in this, though the cherries are better!
Here’s the moment for me:
“It will not last, but
standing in the cherry trees
this blazing moment
all one has to do is
open the hand,,,”
Sweet.
so strong is my distaste(!) for maraschino cherries in the jar (the only type I knew of for decades) i totally forget what a foreign critter they are from off-the-tree cherries. (there’s a lie somewhere, if each are called, “cherries.”)
again, as in the previous post, the pleasure doesn’t remove the struggles and pains, but is indeed there, nonetheless.
as anon already noted: pleasure, dripping over and down, is there for the receiving.