Sixteen.
You're the orange.
Have you figured it out?
I love your sweet, citrus inside.
I love your saporous rind.
I Iove to peel off your layers,
But I'd rather watch you do it.
Your sweat smells soft, honeyed.
Your silence was tart and
twists my tongue into a new old language.
I didn't have to learn how to love you,
I only had to remember.
