The Orange of Your Sun

I peel the orange

of your Sun.

I am savoring the sweet and sour flesh

of our forbidden fruit.

Nights bloom in my hips

that could give a tangible, soothing dream.

I collect my thoughts about you,

hide them under my pillow

to taste you again.

I lick your salty breath from my lips,

lick timid tears.

I love this solemn time

when I only have an azure soul

left of you.

I am sorry my passion is too shy

to prove its existence to you.

Loaned love smells so beautiful.

Avoid your words, they are too gullible.

Someday this night will return

that will give light instead of memory.

Another word cracked

in my mouth.

I look around,

but I do not see any silence anywhere.

I peel the orange of the Sun again,

although I know that a new day

will not come back.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Katarzyna.. you are indeed a romantic Soul from the olde country. My father and his family came here from 🇭🇺 Hungary.. I can only imagine the Romance that danced in their Soul. Be blessed and always express your innermost thoughts. tenderly, Pat

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you very much for your comment. I invite you to visit me more often. Take care, have a nice day!

[keith]

I peel the orange
of your Sun.
I am savoring the sweet and sour flesh
of our forbidden fruit.
Nights bloom in my hips
that could give a tangible, soothing dream.

a strong start to an excellent offering that allows and encourages the imagination to bloom freely
no flattery here just honest opinion ... i like what i like