Me and My lover picking blueberries

I hold the basket as

You pick the berries,

One by one.

The summer sun is blistering

So down I sit, as do you


Underneath the shade of the

Blueberry bush.

We share our

Horde of fresh picked fruit

How sweet they taste!

How they quench

My dried tongue and lips

You brush my lips with

Your blue-dyed fingers

And steal a sticky kiss