Sometimes I peel oranges
So the remnants will
Hide beneath the
Half-moon of my fingernails,
And I will smell of citrus
For the day.
My friends used to call me orange peel,
Do you remember that?
Your hands are sweet like mine, too,
When they are veiled in confidence
And nimble like the legs of a
Ballerina.
I did ballet as a child,
I can show you a pirouette
Or an arabesque,
And my fingers can play Arabesque
On the piano, too.
Sixteenth note runs
Remind me of children in the moonlight
Chasing fireflies and
Running in the grass.
You call to me,
I think we should join them—
I think we should join them,
You call.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Sometimes I peel oranges
So the remnants will
Hide beneath the
Half-moon of my fingernails,
And I will smell of citrus
For the day.
My friends used to call me orange peel,
Do you remember that?
Your hands are sweet like mine, too,
When they are veiled in confidence
And nimble like the legs of a
Ballerina.
I did ballet as a child,
I can show you a pirouette
Or an arabesque,
And my fingers can play Arabesque
On the piano, too.
Sixteenth note runs
Remind me of children in the moonlight
Chasing fireflies and
Running in the grass.
You call to me,
I think we should join them—
I think we should join them,
You call.
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