Ode to a Cherry

A fresh one, deep red, and whole

My mouth gingerly working

my way around the stem and coming awake

Brand new, and every time, an indulgent delicacy

Begging for the company of wine and the most delicate cheeses

Asking to be shared and doted on

Revealing themselves, on the plate, unadorned

Reminding me to try the taste and feel the cherry juice squirt in my mouth

Looking at my most innermost feminine parts, upside down with a mirror until I see why they say making love for the first time is like giving away your cherry.