crushing strawberries one by one

watching the juice drip down


two and a half months ahead of schedule

the leaves on the trees are turning brown

we got ready for winter, as the sun rose up in the sky

there was something almost soothing in the hard to define

note of terror in your eye



watching the strawberries lose their shape

as the wind blew through the elm tree

the wind was far too cold for the middle of april

and you reached out your hand to me

it was good to feel your hand in mine

it was good to know you felt the pull too

I scooped up a palmfull of strawberry pulp

and smeared it all over you



the wild strawberries drove me on, as I lapped them up off of your skin

and I could feel your basal body temperature rise as the cold came in

hey hey

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