Cherry #88

Back when I was the cherry
and you pretended to be my pit.
buried deep, hidden from light.

I choked the first time
thinking you were seedless
Just another piece of edible 
nothingness. 

Fooled by your demeanor 
you soured too soon
before I could salvage
bits and pieces of sticky
skin and its sweetness

Now, years later
I sit here and remember
what it tasted like 
when we were both ripe
and how we begged for our skin
to be peeled back.