If I’m a red berry, bloody and blue
a bursting well, right there, within you.
A sweet berry on your tongue (too few!)
that is, if I’m anything which once you knew.
More than nothing
less than true,
here in the silence of weeping dark hues.
If I’m the almond’s breath that calls,
the executioner’s hand, for me, is all.
JA/2013 *Photo- Almond Berry Tartlet