What I Love Best About Sundays
Is the perfectly, perfectly
perfectly round,
round, smooth skin, tight
sweet cool
I can roll
on my tongue just to roll,
roll, bite, chew into
pieces of heaven.
Is when you say
One end, stem,
five-tip star
at the other–
Not round.
Is when I say
That may be.
But what
I love best
about Sundays…
are the blueberry, blueberry,
blueberry
kisses
from you.