Sweetpoem

I wonder how many cherry 

stems you can fit in the gap

between your front teeth. I try to 

count, but when I ask you to 

look at me and smile you look 

into the holes in my eyes at 

yourself. 

 

I spent all summer picking our 

favorite fruits to make a pie but 

when I was ready my basket 

was empty and you had seeds 

in your teeth.

 

Pain can be sweet like the smell 

of lilacs in the morning 

or the taste of cold cherries 

in the afternoon.