Were you a summer citrus fruit? I'm unsure. You struck me with a sweetness So demanding it curled my tongue; Flooded my mouth with hours of sunlight And warmth. I peeled you eagerly down Knowing each sliver as I handled it Consumed with the simple scent Of something so pure and clean. Eagerly cast aside, I exposed The sweetest secret And felt your balmy flesh with my fingers Learning each groove and plain As if you'd never wither. Silken skin brushed my lips And I felt the hours of sun, The showers of rain that resonated In each pace of time that shaped you Into the gentle perfection before me. Tasting all of that, I swore you were a flavor Somewhere between citrus Summer grass and lilac.
Were you a citrus fruit? Who knows, But in your absence Any sweetness has been a Vague reproduction An echo of a necessity That tasted of luxury.