h.davis

a love that's orange

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when i first met you

i thought… orange

you feel like orange

 

you get me - understand me

because i am also orange

 

vibrant and warm

lively

 

you tried to pick off my leaves

slowly… gently

 

but they didn’t come off easily

because i wasn’t all the way ready

i had been hurt too many times before

 

i wasn’t quite ripe

but you were patient with me

 

you stuck around waiting -

waiting for my leaves to fall on their own

 

and one day they started to drop

effortlessly

 

and when you thought i was ready

you dug your knife into my skin

breaking through my pith

 

the barrier between my flesh

and my central core… my soul

 

but the knife wasn’t a knife

it was your voice

 

your voice of assurance

your voice of comfort

 

orange peels now surrounded us

and a tainted air was purified

by your citrusy love

a love so tender and satisfying

a love that juices out vitality

 

a love like the sun -

the sun that always comes up again

 

is that what faithful love looks like?

to know that even when the sky goes bleak

that i can always count on you to revitalize? 

revitalize me with those deep brown eyes?

no matter what color is painted in the skies?

 

h.davis