Citrus Note
And I loved him at that
March midnight, the one when spring was
late. They say she was caught up
in a reminiscent movie
—even love was black and white back then
What I wouldn’t give
for those days, side by side in
July's bliss, brewing
summer coffee. It had a hint of
tangerine. Isn't it miraculous? How
the bitter umber can carry
a note so refreshingly sweet—
Yes, dear, I know it's
utterly still bitter, but even he will agree:
After sips of numbing acrid
we were less sour than sweet
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