Strawberries
Addy Watkins
Golden hour
Taking photographs on the lawn
Hand-cut cloth
Your poetry was on
Red stained heels
From stepping on strawberries
We laid down and our backs turned green
We spun cocoons and lived inside
Slept for years and groomed towards light
"But I'm so afraid of what's out there,"
You said to me as I combed your hair
So are we wrong to go
Get so entwined in it?
Did we really know?
'Cause I thought I did
Know you
Know me
Know what?
I don't