water, chlorine, splashes, blue, latex,
breath, laughter, sun, wind, bites,
cold, towels, inside, undressed,
pink fruits swell like full moons,
together off the vine,
from poolside to monsoon,
softly by my bedside,
art, the fickle concept of the word,
parody, how much of it is a joke?
the pink moon, the grain moon,
the seed moon, the fruit moon,
the growing moon, the sturgeon moon,
the bloody blue moon as laughter overtakes intimacy,
a shield from vulnerability,
knees, thighs, hips, fruit, oranges, strawberries,
pomegranate, apple, grapes,
the insinuation of bananas,
mind blanking out lemon and citron,
bliss of lemonade,
the hope for need of cranberries,
breasts, breaths, hands, teeth, lips,
mouths like unexplored ocean depths,
the subjects of affection's eyes,
on everything but the other subject of affection,
limbs entangled, pretzels, germans, french,
flipped biases for the sake of humor,
goodbyes, kisses,
lemonade, no cranberry,
never consumed a pomegranate,
an allergy to orange could very well be present,
an allergy to all pink and red fruits,
i would be unaware,
but still apples and watermelon are sustainable,
still i taste the fruit moon and seed moon and grain moon,
and the pink moon swells in the sky for me,
the pink fruits grow on the vines for her
