ORAN-GE

CITY.

I watch you play guitar

Straddling the balcony

Your broad shoulders meet peach cement

Hips sloached toward me

Coming toward me

Like an avalanche

Is your body

Constantly

Definitely

Coming toward me


A drunken sun

The fuzz of a peach

A bird watches destiny

Lean itself

Feet dangling over a city

Your tongue 

sherbert in my mouth

Excavate me

Like cavities

Knees

Pressed east and west

Facing both sides of the city

Your head

Moans in my town square

Pennies in my fountain

Nothing is free

My fingers in your hair

A book with too many pages to read

But I will

For you

Study the hues of your being

Like a tiny ant in the canyons of bark on a tree

If you allow me

I will make a space for you in the meadow of me

Ever green 

In ecstasy

We sing

Our love is a clock with no arms

Time cannot test infinity

And youre strumming now

On the peach cement

People chatter below in the street

That is somehow always glowing

Even at night

Luminescence

It spills in the streets

Clumbsy beams

Sherbert 

  Sherbert

   Sherbert

Waffle cone body

crumbles

And I head out to the sea

Just beyond the scope of the orange city

Whose people sing and fuck and see God in citrus

Now I can see a citrus sea

Its waves kiss us 

We are so small next to her

It makes me remember someday

You could stop loving me

That my body

Was never owed anything

The ocean reminds me of this

Reminds me of the blue in me 

The churning uncertainty

My secret love of drowning

And the one thing that saved me

Was wind

Even though it used to make me angry

An element, invisible

Uncontrollable

Its touch unpredictable

It stole my name

I look at the sea 

And I am tempted

But the wind then consumes my head

Knocks me off my feet

And then I remember that I have a body

And that is a precious promise i must keep

So I walk back up the dunes

Where the lights kiss a dying day to sleep

Its glow, rocks itself to peace

Eventually I reach cobble stone

Now all I have to do is walk three streets

One left

And then there is sherbert

Hanging on the balcony

Strumming a different tune now

And you’re happy to see me


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