we sit on the floor
and peel tangerines
and feed them
to each other
i can almost taste
the summer heat
and the foreign
sweetness
of someone else's
mouth and teeth
like last weeks' laundry
blowing in the wind,
things softly float away
ever so slowly
we twist
and turn
in a dreamlike state.
so the sun's speckles,
stars, and softer skin
will always deceive me
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 6:09 PM UTC
we sit on the floor
and peel tangerines
and feed them
to each other
i can almost taste
the summer heat
and the foreign
sweetness
of someone else's
mouth and teeth
like last weeks' laundry
blowing in the wind,
things softly float away
ever so slowly
we twist
and turn
in a dreamlike state.
so the sun's speckles,
stars, and softer skin
will always deceive me
i never liked summer. it was too full of memories
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