Orange

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A thumb nail torn skin of an orange on a fault coast Do you know that you taste like that to me? The sugar-coated honey is in a tizzy Pulling and it is clawing at me Look - the shoreline has gone fucking wild And someone is crying Beside the fresh caladium trees And shit is blowing everywhere, Helianthus Catching on the mid-veins of the leaves Look at the pallor of my hands And look what I can do Peripheral vision distorts the weird salt-worn faces And I am watching out for you I am running on the wet glass for you Are they your shoulders in the yellow spice aislе You are laughing, I am trying to kiss you You chaîné, your finger follows the pеlagic seabirds The ones that drop their eyes to you And the whimbrel coalesce and they whisper something And maybe it's your name You sharpen and focus your milky eyes It is the morning And tired and worn, you sing to me Linen and butter on your knee And look, the marketplace gets loud in the evening And crepe soles trample the coreopsis leaves And stars are blanketing above you, Helianthus Petal, were you calling out for me? And was that you reaching out of the foam sea? For a blood orange, that you can't quite see?
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