The squeeze of the words,
caught you looking askance.
Sad, blueberry stare,
Beware!
The zesty cocktails!
Sliced and sharp;
fruitless extracts, trail
the bitter-sour juice
of conversations hollowed
deep beneath peeled skin;
so sharp, it stings,
rings the bitterness
running as a pin,
tracks your funnelled beard;
exotic trickles on a rosy chin.
The squeeze of the words,
caught you looking askance.
Sad, blueberry stare,
Beware!
The zesty cocktails!
Noiseless splashdown in pools
of fruit, falls silent
softly crushing,
picked off in bloom.
Still me gently, now
fermenting, astringent, aglow;
sweet nothings decaying
are words left unsaid-
are seeded and sown.