Raspberries

By Martin Leger

The raspberries linger full and juicy in the fall sun

I pick then gently as I touch their soft but supple form

Such as I pass my hand across your skin

Their taste is sweet but tart

Uncertainty and fear destinations unknown

I look into your eyes

The raspberries gathered and into my fold

I hold you now

To make the jelly takes time and patience

Bright red on white sugar

Your tan skin on my white

Melded together in embrace that’s tight

The dance begins with the spark of heat

White turns red as boils meld sugar and berry

Passion envelops us one to the other

Ecstasy screams

Boils and boils jelly takes form

Sugar no longer white, raspberries no longer tart

Emotions evolve

Yours no longer yours, mine no longer mine

The jelly must set and become one

You and I bonded that way

Our seeds already planted and growing

The seeds of raspberries glow like beacons of love 

Through the bright red jelly, through the glare of glass 

The jelly gets sweeter and tastier with time

From this bottomless jar