This sweet
Tangerine Dream
Seems like it will last beyond
The cadence of our swaying bodies
And the flickering flames.
The line of our forms,
Fluttering through the buttery warmth
Like silver and gold knives.
I sharpen on you
And you draw your edge against mine
And in that moment, we are both so sharp
And eternal,
That seems as though this will never dull,
Our feet will never tire,
And the flames will never pass into ash.

But a dream is just that;
Temporary and as lasting
As the sweet, cloying nectar
Of a tangerine.