And when a strawberry hit, splashed, smashed the surface
Of the Cava
I tasted it gently, ripples and ripe,
summer had eloquence, a taste on my tongue

Air that was sultry, defiant and dry it washed my mouth clean
Of the Sweet tasting wine
And rainwater was inevitable but allowable and warm
Head up and ready, a taste on this tongue

A solitude that fitted, a wrath, winded winter
A smile became apparent that summer had started
And I was the first, to taste
Eyes diamond and sparkling with strawberry heaven.

08/07/2003

Author's Note: me, summer, champagne and strawberries

Posted on 08/06/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts