Letters That Maybe On Rhyme

Orange and Pomegranates

Oh, love, watch me shed like a pomegranate.
You're the only person I want to be seen by.
I peel off my heart like a pomegranate and offer it to you.
Because for you I would.

You are a memory of an old summer. As gentle as the rain.
You are my stable ground in these waters.
I feel like you like the scent of the pines. I dream of you as a field of daisies and as beautiful as Lake Como.
And you feel so right; it scares me. But for you I would,
I would recognize you as blind and deaf, as Achilles loves Patroclus.
Dive into hope to end up with you like Orpheus.
And I'm a butterfly that would burn my wings for you, and I admire you as Icarus loves Apollo.

And I would peel myself as a pomegranate,
Have me in your palms. Stain it red for me.
Eat me, savor my seeds' sweetness, and swallow me entirely.
Then I'd be the only color you could see. Cherry wine, rare and sweet.

I won't give you any of the oranges I peeled off at tea time because I would build an orchard for you.
It's true, I assure you.
I hope you notice, even if I'm not sure how to peel them off neatly.
I could provide only half of it. Would you cherish it?
Or if you tasted its other half, which has this strikingly sour taste, would you still chew and swallow it?

I have no words on my tongue or oranges to take out of my pockets, just like I am right now. And I guess I'll probably buy a basket tomorrow.

Although I never said it, I want to share it with you.
To smell its citrus scent that filled the kitchen. To devour its sweet-tangy taste. And to take its flesh for I want us both to eat well.