summer berries

Summer Berries.

Picked wild strawberries by the wayside,
they were dusty, but filled me with ecstatic
sweetness; my lips were red and swollen.
The milk-maid kissed me smack on my
mouth, pressed her adult body against my
thin frame, chocking me; called me a lovely
boy. Her face was huge, sweaty and so very
near, her eyes had a crazy shine and wide as
troll’s. Strength ebbed I was quivering jelly
overcome by a tickling sensation; happily
a cow mooed, spell broken. I got out of her
embrace and ran a thousand mile, till dawn
came, and a cockerel crewed; I wowed not
to eat wild strawberries ever again