Prunus

In the golden brown evening of midsummer, I fell down a canal of carnal desire. My beloved, she gifted me a wicker basket, pregnant with cherries all the way to the brim. When the blue men, dressed in blue coats and tall blue hats, found me on the edge of the conifer wood, hands dripping thickly with red, mouth stained maroon, they cuffed my cherry-kissed wrists. Now I remain in the dusken dungeon's possession, missing my lover, and craving the taste of cherries on my tongue

- ever the more.