Cherry

The gazing tree With fruit so sweet It graced my tongue With gentle poison Poor corrupted child She sees you all And now she's chasing boys in cherry trees Your cherry tree Oh, how I long to be your little sweetheart Summer fruit and mud on my soft skin Pressed up underneath your public desires Strawberry stains still warm where you have been Tell me what is beauty? Is she undressed? How come you don't see me still, now I'm naked? Your violent eyes hold a violet prize For girls with forget-me-not thighs In the August air it is humid and foggy You sweetly sting my boundaryless body like honey bees Oh, how I long to be your little sweetheart Summer fruit and mud on my soft skin Pressed up underneath your public desires Strawberry stains still warm where you have been The gazing tree With fruit so sweet But one must bow Before she eats Girlhood's gone so fast Perhaps it's never meant to be It lives in cherry trees Your cherry tree