When Light's Out

light vanishes for some time and all i could think of is lime as well as the beauty in its design one by one each lemon is picked, one by one each is split, one by one each sweats... droplets of sweat land on the surface of each hand as it gives it a unique tan now, as it is lifted towards the mouth cries are felt across the tongue's warmth with a blink of the eye all is dry the mouth is overwhelmed by the sour taste of what was devoured by the sour touch that's left by the lemon which didn't comment theft... it takes a while to lose the sour taste and throughout the time that awaits is how i feel when... the light's out... and when lonesome pervades...