my Pretty lover, You are an orange and i am a peach and together we make the sweetest juice Perfect for breakfast, a sweet slipping sip between bites Lovely when lunching, long languid lollygagging droplets lingering on your lips Decadent at dinner, an enticing evening aperitif. Take your time going down don’t waste a drop Tangy tart somewhere between us mingling, Freshly squeezed, freshly pressed What a delight to be devoured! Let me be your tomato red bride and know/no I won't wear white, I'll wear your favorite color on me, baby blue to match my eyes Moonstone strung around my neck. And i’ll be old and borrowed and new Oh my orange, how we were Sweet motherless children when we met, searching for homes making love to lorelei by the cocteau twins. I always thought i just couldn't hear it right but you told me the lyrics don't really mean anything, that they are more of a feeling than something with meaning but don’t we give it all our own meaning? Oh my orange, how i will always adore you Oh my peach, how you mean everything to me. Oh our juice, so sweet and so good.
Tag: poem
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my lover, the orange.
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aphrodite’s delight
here i am with you in the morning
dusky dawn
warm breath
legs intertwined
under cotton sheets
rosyfingered
sun on skin
aphrodite’s delight
overtaken, am i
with love for you
softness, curve, bend and flow
the dip of your hip
the way
your belly
fits against mine
soft skin. tender. mine under morning light.
M. Katherine Noble 