your berries are so... ripe!
    how do I wait to taste your juicy fruit
    in jelly or in jam as if to toast
    my blessed fortune and fate?
    for we have never been precisely damned
    but I’m like some sled dog
    racing behind a b***h in heat
    for though I run with skill I still lack
    the chance to catch my love
    and only wished we could be together,
    you and me, in fact, as well as in fantasy
    a couple paired and not just
    a queen of hearts with an ace of the same
    unable to even bet the cards we share
    even when my dreams are filled with you
    and your name’s sound’s drowning out
    my pain as if I really did feel your touch
    but my heart is broken anew
    my friend
    for real...