i.
Tangerine skies starring in your eyes at midnight,
a broad daylight.
Shades of marmalade stripes in the twilight.
Incandescent glow, handwrite the notes
turn them into paper boats, navigating your jokes.
They’re meant for me.
ii.
The sun went down, it is dark now.
Licking your lips slow, murmuring words I can’t understand.
Underwater, no air.
Like the sunset on the shore, ocean waves from down the road
Up till your home
Green lantern on a porch, stargazing in your backyard.
iii.
Bitten fingernails peeling down harsh skin, a magician’s trick.
Undressing the little sun in your palm, your touch – a balm.
Golden hour and kind smile, thick veins like webs of lies.
Strap of white. Useless, write. Take a bite.
There’s a life inside. A heart inside. A soul inside.
Will you see me there? Touch me there? Hold me there?
iv.
Warm juice on his wings, cold rings
Flower sins – can you hear the violins?
oh, Sweet sixteen. A tangerine.
Would you taste it and taste me?
Would you like it and like me?
Pull the strings, swallowing me?
I think you will.
