An eyelash stuck
on my left cheek,
she gently removes it
and tells me to make a wish
Her fingers smell like
orange peel and the sun
Her mouth tastes like
citrus and rose water
When she left I peeled an orange,
and wiped away the salty tears
with my citrus fingers
And with every eyelash
that fell on my wet cheek,
I whispered a wish
for her to come back
