Blueberry pie

the crust is hugging the bluberries

warm butter arms folding around each

and everyone, the big and small,

perfect blues and some a little green.

and when I eat the crust hugging the 

berries, the butter melts across my tongue,

still warm, and the cold vanilla bean

ice cream slides along my tongue,

the flavors dance and sidle,

my eyes roll up under my eyelids

and I look towards heaven,

since homemade blueberry pie is 

heaven,

isn't it?