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Wildberries
A Poem
oh, king of my heart,
let the wind caress you
just as my hands would do
if only you allowed me near enough
in a someday land, far from here,
we’d tangle together like ivy
growing upon a stone wall
as if we had nowhere else to cling
and there would be days
when we would worship
at each other’s altars,
praying for release
and there would be nights
when we would whisper
secret promises in gasps
for no one else’s ears
your kiss would be as sweet
as wildberries on the vine —
but i wouldn’t know if the taste
upon my lips was poison or not
you’d leave your marks
gently, softly, slowly —
and i’d never know
such bliss again
and maybe there would come a moment
when you’d say the words i craved —
“oh, be the queen of my heart” —
as if there had been no other
