April 13th - Strawberries

Strawberries

Yellow fading fields of oilseed rape

In early Summer a warm sunny breeze

The first taste of the new season's strawberry

Freshly picked, ripe, luscious, sweet.

The laughter at a new joke

Only funny the first time round.

A baby's first smile

True and clear, twinkling eyed.

Some things are best tasted carefully,

Savouring the sweetness.

Such are my feelings for you.

Always aware of the danger of getting too used to you, of going too far.

The erotic anticipation of what will probably never happen

A hug, a kiss, a smile, a look.

Such is the sweet tentative taste of our innocence.