Mon chéri

They used to call me a cherry twig.

A cherry twig

can give you the pleasure

of pure white fragile flowers

even in December

when treated with care.

You might have been watering it

with your own tears

Still...

how can you expect

being rewarded

by a sweet red fruit

when your having

the cherry twig

was based on breaking it first?


I am a cherry twig no more

I was broken

cherries stand for innocence

and my pure whiteness died long ago.

My dark blood soaked into the ground

and I came back

as a cherry with experience

a sour cherry that is.

Maybe if you cover me with chocolate

you can still experience the feeling:


I am the best thing you have ever tasted.