red one, on the rocks

[schaufemweg]

in the clamor of your eyes
i lose the thread of your speech
and fumble with the fear of missing my chance
to follow over the cliff
the sweet dot of a ripe strawberry

Comments

[millingroark]

oh the age old cliff-strawberry

slip

[schaufemweg]

a tired yarn, i know. i just can't help reaching for it.