wild mulberries

I can taste
the mulberries you stole
from mountains
sweet on your tongue,

your hands rummaging
the wild bush
your eyes eager
for luscious fruit,

I know where
you’ve meandered
where you’ve

betrayed by the
purple-red stains
that can’t be
washed away.

© SoulReserve 2019

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