it was a normal enough day
at first
when my eyes found you

you walked into my
path at 9:13

your face was nice
enough
your body fair and clean

you hair flowing
strictly down your back

you walked up to
the stand
and asked me for a drink

you’d think that you had
just proposed to me

my hands quake in
their place
as I wring the orange dry

and watch the pulp
intently drain below

as I reach for the
strainer
you blink and say to me

“that’s okay the pulp
gives it some charm”

these dumb words
echo round
like voices in my head

they’re meaningless
but ever meaningful

never in my life have
I met
such a girl

as sweet as you
my little dove

your soft hair in
the wind
it echoes through my soul

and brighter than
the oranges I press

I drink your body
like an
orange peel

and savor every
sweet delicious vein