STRAWBERRY

 WHEN I WAS ON MYSPACE I USED TO DO POETRY FOR MODELS. SOME THAT I LOCATED AND SOME THAT LOCATED ME. IT ALWAYS SEEMED THAT THEY WERE NEVER WHAT EVEN I EXPECTED CAUSE AS I LOOKED AT THEIR PICTURES MY MIND WOULD FLOW IN STRANGE WAYS. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAVE DONE IT ON FACEBOOK AND ONCE AGAIN, THIS PIECE TOOK ON A LIFE OF ITS OWN. THE YOUNG WOMAN PICTURED HERE GOES TO COLLEGE IN MY CITY AND HER NAME IS SHANTICE SMITH, ENJOY

 FRESH AS A STRAWBERRY PICKED RED AND RIPE FROM A VINE COVERED IN THE DEW OF DAWN...DROPLETS OF WATER THAT CATCH THE MORNING SUN...PRISMS THAT TURN INTO SMALL RAINBOWS IN THE SPECTRUM OF LIGHT THAT SHINE FROM 93 MILLION MILES AWAY.

DELICIOUSLY DIPPED IN CHOCOLATE THAT DRIP...DRIP...DRIPS...RECEPTORS OF TASTE...PERSPECTIVES OF TASTE.

YET EVEN IN THE FACE OF SUCH DELICATE AND DELIGHTFUL FRUIT ARE LESSONS OF LIFE...IF ONLY A MAN TAKES THE TIME TO LOOK...TIME TO STOP AND PERUSE FOR AWHILE.

TEMPTATION AND GREED HAS HAD IT WAY WITH SO MANY...LED SO MANY ASTRAY.

THE BERRY IN ITS VERY BEING, IN ITS SIMPLE DESIGN DEFINES MAN AND WOMANS ROLE IN THE SCHEME ...ITS INTERIOR BEARS THE SEEDS OF ITS CONTINUENCE...AS FROM THEM ROOTS SPROUT AND COVER THE EARTH.

FERTILIZER SPRINKLED THAT CAUSES FLOWERS TO OPEN...REACHING OUT TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE.

BEES ATTRACTED TO THE FRAGRANT BLOOMS...ATTENTION GIVEN...ATTENTION RECEIVED.

ONCE YOUNG AND GREEN NOW VIBRANTLY MATURE...PEAKED IN ITS PRIME...SUCCESSION OF TIME.

HANDS OF THE MASTER GARDENER THAT SHAPES THE FLAVOR...FULL BODIED AND SHAPELY. THE FINEST OF ALL WINES.

WHILE TO THE BLIND ITS JUST A STRAWBERRY...AS IT IS PLACED ON WAITING LIPS...AND SAVORED WITH GRACIOUS TOUNGES.

JUICE THAT TRICKLES INTO THE MIND.