I'm not sure if this is finished yet. that might be the point.
meet me in an orange room
sometime when time is still
I'll carve a path for you to find
over that hill we climbed and
through a fall of water
under a rainforest canopy sky
I'll leave behind a wake of
fireflies cardamom seeds
tiger lillies and sweet iced tea
in case you get thirsty
and when you arrive
don't knock
just come inside
meet me in an orange room
where we can walk on walls
and swing from curtains
kiss in eaves
and dance on the skylight
with stars beneath our feet
till cinnamon satin sinks us in
as we drink in honey skin
all freckles and shimmer
like the sun itself is inside the room
or closer
like we're dappled from within
meet me in an orange room
and let me peel your rind
I'll dig in deep with fingers nails
and you'll tear mine in kind
and we'll lap up what juices run
and run the pulp along the rooves
of unsatiable mouths
with tireless tongues
flesh bursting
tastebuds pert and sharp
stinging with sweet acid
meet me in an orange room
and leave this all behind
her face and what your father said
red thoughts that creep into your bed
and lay their cheeks
where mine should rest
and dream and wake again
wrinkled from the pillowcase that smells of you