love’s unripe berries glimmer a brilliant white
the kind of color
that feels as though promises were made
in favour of it.
Dreaming only of you
I stretch out and sense using fingertips,
I await sweet nectar
and blood-red allegiance to sip.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for “Quadrille #74″ @ dVerse Pub
& on the Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads