Cherries

Honeymoon juices
of innocence's salvia
drip in succulence
from the trees of moments
where one savors
that first bite,
a cherry encounter,
unblemished, raw,
rush of naiveté's sugar
floods the veins
with its intense
virginal flavors.

Lighting impressions
sear the senses,
lingering in afterglow
as a residue of ecstasy,
taste buds ever craving fruit
yet touched by lips.