The Most Beautiful Poem

Tastes Like Sweetheart Cherry

The most beautiful poem
Tastes like sweetheart cherry
Juice drips down from the palm
Into the mouth of a lady

It might mean nothing to you
But it means something to me
More lines than you can chew
More than your eyes could see

Now it’s painted all over
Your body and your soul
The game of love is over
I played and lost control

Don’t worry, I’ll riddle on
I’ll compose myself tonight
For the most beautiful poem
Is the one I’ll never write

©Emmanuel Dubelman 2022 [First year of presentation to the public]. All copyrights of this text are reserved. Unless authorized, any use of it other than individual and private consultation is prohibited.

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