berries

once he said
I would like to eat your smile
I think it would taste like rhubarb and blackberry
and I wonder what he meant by this
I was so charmed by his use of poetry in the bedroom
that I didn't think about it at the time
I guess that,
for him,
my mouth-
when the corners turn up
and my teeth show-
is sweet and tart, juicy,
full of summer and
pleasure and
warmth,
but also,
undeniably,
sour.