summer tangerine wedges
exploding juiciness
in my warm mouth
sweet citrus
refreshing tangerine wedges
make for your juice
you don't notice but think
'this is sweeter than usual'
--
summer is for rainstorms
and
you are for loving
during storms
with
walls blocking the wind
you
make love to me beneath
sheets
throughout the night
heat
your skin softly breathes
i
adorn your back
with
my fingertips
and our morning kiss
after
the tempest
makes
my toes wiggle
and
with no need for storms
we
do it over again
--
if your problems were clouds
I'd eat them for lunch
and while I sleep
they'd storm at night
your permanence
your eternalness,
you bright blue
you wonderful sky, you
there's no other
for me.
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