Swinging, climbing to & from--
Green ripe lemon leaves
Yell my name outside my window
I’ll be the Stella to your
Stanley Kowalski,
Though Blanche DuBois breathes in and out of me
But that’s much too dark & deep.

Lets keep it little!
Light, like lighting imaginary
Candles all around us
As I try to let go of--
Fear, negativity, anxiety
You can pick me up
Lift me into the sky—

A child shrieks & cries
To the left of me
But I drone out the tears
Why try to predict—
Heartbreak.

“You two looked like you were falling in love.”
I write & ink in blue
Blue stained mouths, intense
Kisses until sunrise
Stealth, muscularity, biting
Sensation.

“You are so ****.”
You say & say.

Faithfulness?
Who’s ready?
Universe puppeteers us
But lets read poems late
Into the night
After spilling
Half of the red
Wine—free of
Judgment.

Florida.
My phone almost dies
A multitude of times
Everyday.
But you are like the energizer bunny
You whisper next to me
But wrestle me,
I’ve never had a man
Slap my ***
With more grace.

Why lie or hoodwink
Text me your brotherly slang
As you reach—do a pirouette
Into the lemon lingo tree
Why analyze—write or report
A script when sometimes
Hands free is always better.

Lets not lament.
I don’t know that—
I can play that game anymore
But you gaze at me—for longer
Than I realize, hoping
Something good will stay.

Lemons can brighten & heal skin.