A Guaperal Strawberry

Rose hues froth from the heart in fray
And seep unto memory, Summer's masked bay;
Seeded genetics of a white spine,
Promised to green, birthed and alive in perfumes,
The fresh orphanage from whence it sprang does shine
In torn and brooded oblivion; sight looms
Consecrate the moulding of the glance
In it's sanctuary of plump sustenance,
Which defines to dirt the dewy crown
Placed by nature upon the Ruby sphere frown
Tasted in the illuminations of fire —
The sweet pleasure of our tongue's desire.

Artisan current behind our timeless wave
Why erode statures to artificial light?
Eternity is undertook in it's grave
And embalmed in soil for humanity's sight,
Man seeks himself always in nature
And withers in the peace of anger,
Endless until seasons liberty;
Spines consumed, left to dust and decay
The brain suckles itself in sweet ecstasy,
As all life is present, all can set you free;
I have torn veneers to unknown treasure,
And basked in the sense of our Earth's pleasure...