Scent of summer in December’s grave
where the juices have run
I peel oranges in the dark.
only light, the moon’s cold blade
what’s left of love is sweet and thin
pulp like flesh, the rind like skin
until the tequila sun rise
on my tongue, what’s left unsaid
is always the ripest part
peeling oranges in the dark
Rated for Mature(17+)
I Peel Oranges in The Dark
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