I am eating ground cherries
In the corner of the break room
Trying to pretend I am alone…
But I never am
When I have thoughts of you crawling like fingers across my ribs.
I choose one of the delicate fruits and pull away the golden papery skin
To reveal an almost transparent yellow berry.
I roll the waxy little sphere between my fingers to release the surprising aroma of caramel
And a dewey desire I hide in my blood stream
And in other dark places.
When I pop the little fruit between my lips to roll it about my tongue,
Thinking of other tight round things to roll my tongue around,
It tastes just the way I imagine your breathe against my mouth