Goddess of the Mist

Moonshine Cherries

You’ve got those moonshine cherries
burst in my mouth
have ‘em when I need ‘em
make me think of the South

Just like that sparkle in your eye
their moon-time shine
burns a trail of fire
as if by design

All warmth and glow
cherries in a jar
black molasses slow
white lightnin’ from afar

Kickin’ in again
kisses sweet as pie
all my heart’s desire
Honey, that’s no lie