Wild Strawberry

Wild Strawberry

Wild as the taste of a strawberry  
On a summer shortcake
With whip cream complexion
And pink lady apple blush
She is an orchard for lovers
But her fruit isn’t for the basket
As she can’t be contained
By diagnostic manuals
With rickshaw taxis
To padded cell hotels
Where room service is guaranteed
With a continental breakfast
Of crescent croissant moons
Filled with fabled cheese
But feta fills in for green
With a non-alcoholic coffee bar
For round the clock caffeine fixes
With raspberry tarts on display
Like tea house art for the lonely