Tonight's Poet Corner: While Picking Blackberries

While Picking Blackberries
by Belinda Roddie 

While picking blackberries
under a full moon, I spotted two
welcoming lips,
and two
welcoming
eyes.

And the kiss kiss
go go
love love part of my brain
flared up
like the tailcoats of a
Mars rocket

shooting
way up

and the lights dimmed
momentarily, but
I could still see my
reflection in the
blues of your
Please don't let go
look.

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