Prompt: Tastes Like Anarchy

We climbed the cherry tree,

that sat atop the single hill,

just to see what we could see.

Together, you and me

climbing branches high and reaching,

as the birds took off to flee.

Across vast plains we could see,

lands stretching out plain and still,

among the fruits silent we’d be.

Whispering winds called bliss,

upon my lips a cherry kiss,

tastes like anarchy,

together you and me.

me and night