the simplicities of life, strawberries, lemons, goji/red berries on the beech/oak light softwood cutting board, the squishiness vs the stable base,do you ever feel like a cutting board, sacrificial? the shield that saves all the battle scars.
the sweet of strawberry,
the strawberry pink juice slips out from the sides of your mouth,the purse of your lips, the kiss, strawberry kisses,
tied together with the tangy lemon, the pinching of the leathery yellow hemisphere,
it rains down lemon drops!
if that were 1: 1 and you were 1: 100,
you would stand below the lemon shower, close your eyes tight, stick your tongue out, and squeal in delight at the sour power that intoxicates your body,
you would have yellow polka dot rain coats and rain boots, and they would be sanitized,
and you would jump in those lemon puddles, slip and fall down,
they would sting your eyes, you would shut them tight,
you would wonder around the lemon pool, with your tongue stuck out,
wading around like a duck, till suddenly,
it switches to the other extreme, and you now drown in the intense sweetness of strawberry soup, if seeds were 100: 1 and you were 1: 100, you would now be in the lake, you would hang on to the seeds, from the surface of strawberries like bay watch life bouys, while you follow and flow with the currents and currants, to the red berries, and ribena. this is now heading in the wrong direction with imagery of those silly ribena tv advertisments, where you fall asleep tired, and drift away into ribena animation feat. real life you, into a ribena surf zone or jungle territoria, you,
strawberry fields, foreverrrrrr.