I know your cherry thoughts,
how they lead to carnival rides,
and kissing soft red lips.
Was I your Cherry Sherry
or merely Sherry Berry from culinary school ?
We were cherry in my candied apple red VW,
as cherry as angel food cake
topped with cream cheese and powdered sugar
drizzled with gooey pie filling.
Scarlet as my sister's hand painted red coffee table.
Cherry drives me to you and your poetry
where we sit at a New Jersey soda fountain,
sharing a cherry coke float
conjuring dreams of summer fields
and our long Sunday drive in my beat up bug.
