Orange Juice
Orange only
I peel you
from the falling form
off my teeth
because I want to smell
that sweet sickening
shallow breath
Please my tongue
and fall into the pit
of my stomach
my dear
for I love the way
you spin and speak
bubbling over until
I am spewing that beauty
that you find so simple
My
orange only
you are the substance of light
that grows the sweetest fruit
Copyright © Aislinn Monahan | Year Posted 2010
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