Oranges Rather Than Apples

Perfectly observant, We share the same exact struggle. Perfectly normal, A conversation with all but one subject. Eyes that refer to the category Of deep need. Apologies do no justice. Unpeeled oranges that sit in wait. Guilty at first glance, suppressing true desire without a word. Wanting to unravel- peel away at things kept from view. Mistaking ears for a heart. Just what are we observant of, Have we become profound. A perception seen but not heard Are we that oblivious. Selective, inconsistent. Following our hearts through unspoken lips. Soiled in the thought of need. Was I ever ready to speak, Needing, urging.- What is it that you are trying to say, I feel that this is us. The priority of a first thought, Overcoming all else. Every day, a basket of oranges In arms reach- woven together In deep thought. Beauty is only skin deep. Spoiled by the nectar of lips