You are the sweetest of my torments.
You're the tangible torture of citrus
The bite followed by the ****
Fresh and unbearable in the same instance

You're the lemon zest scent;
Sultry, as I quarter fruit
In my hot summer kitchen.
You're the juice in the cut
As the knife knicks my thumb;
The sweetness meeting the wild coppery tang
of blood in my mouth.

You're in the twist in my chest
That exists somewhere between my heart and my stomach
Both organs being wrenched apart...
When I see your picture
And remember that we haven't spoken in months.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I am not lost, I wrote on an envelope
Because there was no paper and no screen to touch.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I am here, I wrote on the sand
Before the high tide come.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I’m over the age of young and feel that soon I’ll be gone.

Come back to me
Find me if you can*
I whispered to a leaf
Hoping that the birds will hear.

And with the first showers
Comes the kind of sadness
Which only half loved lovers
Can feel.

tell me again why
we wouldn't work.

because you are smiling,
and I am smiling,

and happiness is
not a given.