you are my cherry:

a sweet delicacy

among the glimmering sun,

a refreshing enchantment

among the buds of my tongue.

you send tingling

explosions through my soul

adding red-wine colour

and ripe honeyed citrus

to my sour lemon life.

my love,

i am bitter and cruel,

hardened by time

and roughened by heartbreak.

but your tangy taste has added

dimension

to who i am.

you have softened my harshness

and smoothed my tartness.

oh my little cherry,

we create flavours so

potent

and a love so

strong.

so,

let us stay as a perfect pair

living in infinite ecstasy

for i

am so much better with you.

(i don’t know if i could live without you).

Clouds

of ice cubes

clink,

stirred into

cherry blossom skies.

Yellow,

spiked with

pink,

a splash of

grenadine surprise.

Wedge

of lemon garnish,

sinks,

consumed in

cobalt tides

as

silver lightning

blinks

and

starlight sparkles:

evening’s eyes.

O how she loved the taste

Of the lemon & cherry

She took a few spoons

The ice cream was divine

He leaned closer to her

She turned to look in his eyes

Her cup of ice cream

Was soon whisked away

He smiled—and-

then gave her a kiss~

#PoetrythroughtheagesChallenge

There once was a scientist named Bellows,

he did research in Antarctica with other fellows.

Between layers of earth in the permafrost ice,

they discovered living bacteria so very precise.

Bellows stroked his beard and laughed savagely -

he knew the bacteria was key to immortality.

But how could he possibility smuggle it from view

with the other scientists trying to snatch it too?

Well, Bellows liked jello, unlike the other fellows,

he liked all flavors but was partial to lemon yellows.

But he knew using cherry red, it’d be easier to hide

so he scooped up the bacteria and hid it inside.

Bellows iced down the jello and laid it on dry ice,

absconded with the bacteria without thinking twice

for he knew this bacteria was unlike any other -

it had arsenic inside, not phosphorous or another.

Bellows extracted the bacteria from red cherry jello

and injected it into himself, feeling quite mellow,

knowing full well that it was alternative life form,

believing it would extend life above the norm.

Bellows first had tried it on fruit flies and mice

and on human blood cells more than twice.

When he tried it on himself, he never caught

the flu or colds or diseases others fought.

Bellows never died, he lived longer than wife

and his children and friends without any strife.

But he no longer knew anyone on earth

with alternate life form ingrained in his girth.

Bellows was lonely so he injected some others,

knowing he wanted friends if he had his druthers.

Everyone was now comprised of alternate life forms,

not so alternate any more but more like the norms.

So Bellows and the new experimental fellows

lived on forever thanks to the cherry red jello

with the bacteria which wiggled and jiggled,

danced and pranced and sometimes giggled.

c

h

e

r

r

y

to my

lemon: when

i'm bitter

enough

.........................

............... your ................

....................... there ........................

make always sweetness with lips

.................................... me .....................................

to you're tangy even .......... out to your pucker

we go together, you and me

Cherry freeze,

Lemon tea,

Cold breeze,

Light squeeze,

Sweet cherry twizzler,

With a lemony flavor.

with cherry lips

and lemon eyes

i find your face

the sweetest for sore eyes

your lips draw me in

like the ripeness of a freshly picked fruit

while your eyes pull me closer

making my voice suddenly turn on mute

with volume silent

i wish love

had no requirement

Blossoms on

Cherry trees

Beautiful and

Enthralling

Branches covered in

White and Pink

Hanging down

Reaching for the

Ground

Soon flowers

Start to

Fall

I'm

Dismayed to find

Dry petals

But if the

Branch never

Let go

There would be

No cherries

No lemons

Best to

Grow and

Let go

Cherry trees

require cross-pollination

to blossom

Lemon trees

require warm climates

to flourish

Love requires

a bit of both to survive