Tangerine.

Tangerine tides,
I lie down,
Surrounded in the quiet,
Of a wave,
And its crash.
You, in the room,
A stroll back,
Sleeping,
Beautifully,
With the side of your face,
Showing a smile,
While you dream.
Rest, my Prince.

From last night,
Before orange rose,
You decide,
To get me drunk,
On strawberry wine.
Licking whip cream off,
Key lime pie.
With me held down,
By the weight of yourself,
Those arms…

Those eyes.

You decide to not let me rest.
I have to escape,
From our escape,
You have me locked in,
Intertwined.

I go in the morning,
You, undisturbed.
To take in air,
Returning to you,
Unbarred,
Ready for you,
To lock me,
With your,
Taboo words,
“Ma…”

Licorice,
Candy,
Cherry,
Divine.

We talked for hours.
The kind of talk,
When you’re,
Hard,
For hours.

Playing with me,
And letting me,
See all of you,
Touch all you,
While touching me.
How it is,
When a sad, soulful man,
Decides happiness is,
Me open,
Wide,
To taste,
The wet between,
Your lips,
And mine.
Crashing,
Against,
Inside,
Tangerine sublime.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.