cherry pick

the night before,
we sat in the bar
in a small village
on a cliff in Albania
We drank their raki
as thirsty fish
and ate the food..
but still wanted more
it's an insatiable lust
for what you're
used to,
A serving man,
brought a bowl of cherries..
and we ate them 
like hot cakes..
fast as we can
no ceremony here..
simple cherries can
be so delicious..
had we been at home
we wouldn't think
to eat cherries as such
they're so abundant,
they go un noticed.
in the metropole 
..but in the sticks,
never the less..
succulent mouths
devoured
food of the Gods !
we ate them all...
demons possessed..
no icecream..
nor gateaux..
just some sort of milky syllabub
that doesn't hit
the spot..
but cherries are a winner,
lost in black forest
of Albania