Returning Her Home Disheveled
back on her porch unbuttoned,
tresses tangled. bare
of berries.
you saw her ripe this morning,
scarlet and smooth.
now color drained,
stem-stripped.
my lips are red.
she will seem fruit again tomorrow,
rebloomed ruby, sundress hiding
blue hips. lace laundered,
clean of me. perfect
for backyard barbecue,
your hostess serving iced tea,
raspberry sweet
but fire shy,
already on my grill,
charred.