Raspberry Vinaigrette
the soft tang of raspberries
on the edge of your lips,
mixed with the sharpness
of the vinegar-bitter
undertone,
the call and then the
response
borne of what
reason cannot tell
and something floating
almost out of reach,
save the precious few instants
when clarity intermingles
with nostalgia and the longing
of some far-away day
full of sticky hands
and pink-stained cheeks
and what seems a lifetime ago
is now preserved and catalogued
as if in a museum
of half-filled dreams
and the hushed sound of
saltiness stifled once again
but this time,
this time will be different,
and if you can push the bitter
down and away,
at least for now,
then it must follow that eventually,
eventually it will happen
in such a way as to
ripen,
at least once
at least the same as
when blossoms give way to
berries on a tangled vine
and some little boy
reaches past the thorns
for you.
Notes: This one was inspired by part 2 of my Roxas/Riku fic, Memory's Skyscraper: August, which you will all hopefully get to see very soon [once it's out of beta].