Autumn Red

This poem I wrote a few weeks ago and decided to revise it a bunch before posting it. So I hope you enjoy it. I'm not sure what else to comment on it except that I really like this one.

Autumn Red

Left for me, your strawberries

grew tongue-dark in the fridge.

I meant to eat them all cold,

seed rough, and juice ripe.

I meant to taste the small ones

quick-dipped in sugar.

But the same weekend you went, the hour

turned and shed like an autumn leaf, I left,

coming home harvest-moon nights later,

muscles warm, to find the bruised      

fruit huddled like winter orphans,

my mouth dry and red.