Only For Berries Berries on the bush, Purple bundles sweet, Clusters in the sun. I feel so close to you now; At home with you In the dense overgrowth. We speak kindly before Our audience--fat little sparrows Anxious to be alone. What actors we are! No one suspects we Are here only for berries. I will bake your blackberry cobbler, Watch you pick the hard, little seeds From your teeth one more time As you smile up at me So handsomely, like a small boy. Coming here-- For the berries-- Brings the past into the present. Sharp memories; Making love on the path. You tracing my skin With purple lips, lifting My hips with scratched hands. You're watching me now, Closer than the sparrows, With hunger in your eyes And darkened lips from the past. "Come here." I hear your whisper; It cuts like the thorns. Coming here, For the berries, Was a bad idea. Yet, I allow your lips to stain mine, knowing that this was your way, so sweet and painful, Of saying goodbye. We are here only for berries. Dena L Moore September 3, 2001 Only for Berries appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Only For Berries Berries on the bush, Purple bundles sweet, Clusters in the sun. I feel so close to you now; At home with you In the dense overgrowth. We speak kindly before Our audience--fat little sparrows Anxious to be alone. What actors we are! No one suspects we Are here only for berries. I will bake your blackberry cobbler, Watch you pick the hard, little seeds From your teeth one more time As you smile up at me So handsomely, like a small boy. Coming here-- For the berries-- Brings the past into the present. Sharp memories; Making love on the path. You tracing my skin With purple lips, lifting My hips with scratched hands. You're watching me now, Closer than the sparrows, With hunger in your eyes And darkened lips from the past. "Come here." I hear your whisper; It cuts like the thorns. Coming here, For the berries, Was a bad idea. Yet, I allow your lips to stain mine, knowing that this was your way, so sweet and painful, Of saying goodbye. We are here only for berries. Dena L Moore September 3, 2001 Only for Berries appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 5, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
