The Strawberry

I sit here my mouth agape

thinking about the wonder that is the modern ape

could it be that we have slithered up to the evolutionary road

to become the modern wonder that is the heartsick throne

I twitch

I salivate

I seizure in the mist of forgotten heartaches and love's first kiss

We are not so different

you and I

We whisper to each other

and long for the days when we knew only our mothers.

 

This is it

this is the end

 

may you harbor sweet dreams

and find god at life's end.

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