I try metaphors and
clear similes—
I put on my poetry hat.
I liken Bing cherries to the
hue of our lips after we’d kiss
and being held in your arms,
I thought I was safe.
I’ll try to look back on that time
as something that meant more
to more than just me.
And if all I can think of are
cheesy figures of speech,
I’ll hold out for something that
inspires more than just
pleasant feelings.

Reagan Fleming