Tonight, loneliness or winter
so perfect I cut open an orange
and read your old love letters
these words on my tongue
like salt, reshape flesh and bone
night-raids & picnic lunches
fingertips & lies as we set sail
for new worlds.
I peel this lucent hemisphere
of orange, watch stars
drop into the valley.
The leaves on the tallest palm
lift and shiver – like the summer dresses
in your closet, you’re opening, somewhere.