Blackberry Pie

Jennifer Cahoon
We’ll run off
And raise chickens
Drink buttermilk
Til’ cows come home
And suns go down
And sweet, sweet Blackberry Pie
Waits patiently on the windowsill
Playing hide and seek
With my senses
We’ll listen to crackling radio tunes
And I’ll smile and blush
When you take me in your arms to dance
And spin me to and fro
On our dirty wood floor
The dogs wild with amusement
And you’ll kiss me soft and sweet
On my lips
And I’ll taste it
I’ll taste the Blackberry Pie
On your lips
And smile in your wickedness
For spoiling dinner
As you always do
We’ll sit on porches in our rocking chairs
You’ll smoke your pipe
I’ll hymn sweet tunes
And wrap myself in patchwork quilts
Stained with rabbit stew
And Blackberry Pie
And cold will come right up
And bang upon the old wood door
Til’ we throw woolen clothes upon our
backs
And hide my frosty nose in your deep
chest
You’ll pull me close against you
Snoring soft breaths into my ear
And sleep away our days rough edges
And dream half-awake
Of days gone by, and sweet, sweet
Blackberry Pie