Strawberry and linen sense


Sunwarm strawberries
smothered softly
with the whiteness
of the whipped cream,
and linen promises.

Cellar cold
the sweet German wine
in narrow bottles
is a golden dream
of dew-drops on the glasses.

It’s like the night we met —
your breast and lips
where sugared sips
of summer strawberries.

A second poem about food for Toni’s prompt on food at dVerse. No picture this time.

June 17, 2015

19 responses to “Strawberry and linen sense

  1. Lovely imagery here, Bjorn! There definitely are some poems where no photos ARE necessary. (I love the second stanza.) The words say it all.

  2. Ooo la, ha. I love strawberries – and breasts & lips too.
    Having no problem seeing this one, lol.
    linen promises. ha.

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