"citrusy" poems
My lips have always craved the taste of danger.
Maybe it is because I don't know what's good for me
or I'm in love with the high I get from it
The high that takes me to the heavens,
surpassing the pillow-like clouds
resting against the azure canvas
I remember the taste so vividly,
I salivate at the thought of it
It's sweet like candy,
the sugary goodness
rushing inside my veins
delicately coating my tongue
bites between my teeth
explode into a thousand little pieces,
dancing inside my mouth
Your succulent lips pressed against mine,
remind me of the taste of summer strawberries,
juicy and tender with citrusy undertones
we're kissing like there's no tomorrow
Oh how I feel your lips part from mine, then touch
and part again the way the clouds greet the sky
Before a rainy afternoon
How can something so bad taste this good?
Oh I'm convinced your kisses are a drug
Nice to play with, but toxic to the mind
Kissing you must be equivalent to intoxication
shockwaves through my body,
the paralyzing euphoria
I don't think I could ever give you up
This addiction is taking control
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
The faint smell of the watery sugar
is barely noticed. The starfruit's fragrance
swept away into faint nothingness
at the hands of the tropical winds of Hawaii.
Hanging onto the tree, the fruit once sour and bitter
undergoes a seemingly emotional transformation.
The sun's sweet-tempered fingers are secretly and appealingly molding it.
It learns to be sweet instead of sour,
our taste buds tingling with the power to taste,
but being held closely like bloodhounds on a leash.
It brings an exotic originality to the table.
The Vietnamese fable, blah-blah-bitty-blah its unknown.
It's skin kissed by golden rays,
and the once green fades
into a sweet banana yellow.
on the inside, it still knows its roots,
it still knows the sliminess of negativity,
and on the inside it holds tan pellets shaped just like tear drops,
embraced within its boogers of its old bitter soul.
Droplets of water drip-drop down
off the waxy fruit, and it lays silently on a freckled
black marble counter. Sweating sickeningly after a cold shower,
its cool glistening skin signals its execution.
Soon enough the executioner arrives,
the sharp shining blade blinding
with bright lines of reflected light.
No, it wasn't nearly as crisp and sugary as an apple,
nor was it even as sweet and citrusy as an orange,
and yet, it was a little bit of both.
The little stars stuck somewhere in-between,
alone in the galaxy of oranges and apples.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
Red is the colour my heart beats for her.
Rosy cheeks and glossed lips.
Orange is the taste on her lips,
so sweet and citrusy.
Yellow is the sun shining down upon her hair,
glistening and warm and happy.
Green is my envy of her beauty.
Blue is the colour I feel when
she is not by my side.
It is the rain when I am missing her.
Indigo is the deep attraction I feel towards her.
Adoration, admiration, amazement.
Purple is her hands,
how cold her fingers are,
And how I wish I could warm them with mine.
She is the rainbow and the I am the ground
for her and I will never meet.
I see her beauty from below,
gazing upon her colour and life.
She is a beautiful reflection and I am nothing but grass.
How I wish we could touch.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
your car doesn't have
a cd player
which is a little unsettling
but i don't really mind
your hands remind
me of my dad's
i want to wear dresses
play taylor swift
spray myself in
citrusy perfume
and paint my eyelids
a shimmery pink
when i'm with you
i feel safe
i'm not convinced
that soulmates exist
but i am convinced that
we pick up people on
our way through life
and some of them just fit
some people are habit
can't remember a
time without them
and some people are the future
what could be instead of
what's always been
you're art in the foam on a cortado
you're a peach drenched in
heavy cream and limoncello
old overshirts and amaretto
you're champagne
and i'm the idiot
who intentionally
calls it "sham-pag-nee"
you can see through the
espresso stains on my
hands and arms right
down to freckles over scars
even if i slap myself to wipe
the pleasant look off my face
at the end of the day
you'll still think i'm cute
and when you say things
like that i start to feel all
gooey and underbaked
like a fallen cake with
cinnamon buttercream
melting down the sides
perfectly and
unabashedly flawed
i am selfish and afraid
and you don't seem to mind
so here's a toast to
letting someone new
into my life for
the first time
to allowing myself
to be vulnerable
and happy even if it
might be a mistake
because goodness knows
you're sweeter and softer
than i ever dreamed
someone could be
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
For you,
my love is as endless as the deepest blue
shrouded in mystery, exploding with a force
strong enough:
To shatter steel
To erode stone
To birth life.
My love,
softer than the rays of sunlight fluttering
as orange specks underneath your eyelids
kissing your pupils with their delicate touch
Embracing the liquid of your orbs with a citrusy warmth
Showering you with the joy
Of a thousand torn dandelions
Smiling down at you
In the distance
Distance.
A funny concept.
A million loving words
spoken back and forth,
a thousand steps
taken towards the same direction
A billion I love yous
Over and over again.
Yet,
we are still distant.
Still distant,
because my love is an ever consuming bonfire
Where close
could never be close enough.
Where I can wrap you in my flames
lure you in with my warmth
provide you with a hearth
for as long as you want.
Or as long as you can stand.
Until your skin burns
And my love scathes
With the rage of a million rays of sunlight.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
And I think I love an orange boy
But I think I like an lemon girl
Yet a little lime like me
Is a bit too citrusy
To have either of them like me back
And I think I want some lemonade
But I think I’d like some OJ
Yet my lime’s not sweet it’s sour
So hour after hour
They just leave me alone to sleep
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 1:20 AM UTC
The last moments of dusk,
final glimpse of the light
when all lights come to shine
and the world is so
(three dimensionally)
bright
Through this smudged, ***** pane
at the world out, I creep,
with its citrusy lamps
and its teal coloured sleep
and my mind is so dulled
and my body a-flight
I remember again,
soft, sweet dark of the night.
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 2:54 PM UTC
The birds start singing early in the summer
I hear them before I’m fully awake
And the warm breeze rustles my curtains
And causes the leaves and flowers to shake
When I come downstairs, the sunbeams
Spread from the window onto the floor
And light the kitchen with an orange haze
When I unlock and open the door
We bring our coffee onto the porch
So we can watch the birds while we drink
And you peel a couple oranges for us
While we sit and talk and think
The citrusy smell fills the air
When you set the peels out to dry
You arrange the slices on the plate
And set it on my thigh
It reminds me of when I was little
From sunrise till sunset I’d play
And run to the porch to eat orange slices
To keep the hunger away
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 9:54 PM UTC
Taste the world;
with every dish
that brings such a bliss.
Let your receptors explore,
the burning sensation of spice;
the tingling sensation of sour.
Allow your tongue to be coated
in the cotton candy sweetness.
Take crusty bites between your teeth
letting it explode into a thousand little pieces -
dancing inside your mouth.
Allow the citrusy undertones
to trigger serotonin
and curve the edges of your mouth.
Allow your brain to relish
your taste buds to embellish
as your hunger diminishes.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
As I walked to you,
your high green limbs moved with me.
Your path covered in old dream leaves,
so the crackle of my foot steps reveal my presence.
Your aroma gave off a slightly herbaceous scent,
with elegant woods and hints of citrusy amber.
That musk was so nostalgic,
it reminded me of past dreams,
when we would lay together and,
I would roll in your pine sipping on whiskey and mesquite.
After breathing you out, a rush of fresh air penetrated my lungs,
forcing me to become aware of the life that surrounds me.
Commanding attention from all of my senses,
humbling me into a seduction.
Each time it seems your path is further and further,
stranding me in your remote timbers,
so that I may live off of you,
forever in my dreams.
Never-ending it seems,
forest of mine,
until next time, be well.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
My lips have never been this silent
Until the moment I heard you breathe
My mind has always been restless
Unti the moment I looked into your eyes
I never thought a storm could settle the chaos in my blood
My heart has never been this reckless
Until the moment I heard you speak
Words are supposed to be sweet
But it was citrusy
Different and memorable
To have gathered all the butterflies in the field
My feet have never known rhythm
Until they took the nineteen chocolate drizzled steps
To dance with yours
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
Limes
today is your birthday
or maybe it’s mine
fifteen years ago
you dried your eyes
laid your body in brine
dissolving the teenager
from your mind
it’s time
to put away those limes
you were the first to hold me
hands still a little citrusy
now mothers womb can’t protect me
from your bathroom
shrine
my little heartbeat said
it’s time to put away those limes
every day
i was your angel
thinking of life from a different angle
hold my hand
my hair is tangled
you smell so good
don’t yell at me
i am wood
easy to break
quick to splinter
but maybe it’s time to put away those limes
i was the sun shine
of your prime time
walking the line with me
of your limelight
i would never stay quiet
always begging why
why do i have a bed time
why does the sky cry some times
why does it smell so
green it stings
out the door she sings
put away those limes
cause it was time
on your birthday or mine
to let the fire inside spry
but instead you cried
green tears
and a couple of beers
sirens shine
in the last of the limelight
and handcuffs are like an hourglass
reaching so fast
i’ll love you till the end of time
daddy’s girl
till your name can’t whine mine
out of reach at last
it’s time to put away those limes.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
I got a 25 cent raise.
I'm gonna buy
bubble gum
and mac and cheese
and a pellet gun to shoot geese with.
I like sunsets in Greece while it's still cold.
I sit in the apartment
and peel paper from the walls and write
GOOD over and over and over again until the whole wall is filled.
25 cents for surgery on my head.
a glass of juice,
citrusy and good
and a ***** to ride when i'm hot.
25 cents
I like death.
i am death
and i am rotting
death as i die
everyday 1000 times.
my final form
....
valiant art
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC