Wild Berries and Sweet Talk

Wild berries take longer,
More sugar and time,
Cool nights in the cellar,

Warm afternoons.
But sweet
And tart
And hearty the wine that’s
Squeezed from the dark hearted vine.

(Sweet talk will get you everywhere with me, Baby.
Sweet talk’ll get you where you want to go.
Cool dark nights in the root cellar, Baby,
And warm sunny days with you.)

In my chair,
The mountain air--
Cameo, goss’mer, off-white,
Billows loose and
Allows the spruce
And mountain laurel scent
To roam free and thoroughly.

With no concern for “polite,”
I close my eyes
And can see
An end of the impermanent,
A beginning of eternity,
Where the real resides,
Where the vision guides,
Past the illusionary,
To something exponentially past
Content and uncontained.

And….

(Sweet talk will get you everywhere with me, Baby.
Sweet talk’ll get you where you want to go.
Cool dark nights in the root cellar, Baby,
And warm sunny days with you.)

 

-jenn long