Kiss Me, kiss me
sweet lips of the orange
For I am lost in your grove.
I listen hard
to the tale of the tangerine
blossom.
I see mackerels zooming
across a flavoured sky.
Shadows and thorns
lay dry
and crickets play to
unheard melody.
At noon, the bees sleep
irridescent feathers keep
Silence is a trail
a sticky sweet trail
I want more.
Kiss me, kiss me
release me from this cage
Let me fly, fly away
for a lost in the grove
and I want more.