©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.
Thank you again to the gracious SpillWords for publishing a piece of my poetry. This is a brand new recent piece, never published anywhere before the SpillWords website. The poem is called: “Almost Lovers.” Both based off my own experience and the song of the same name by the band A Fine Frenzy.
“Almost Lovers” – A Fine Frenzy
©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.
You love the smell of oranges. That sweet tangy delicious citrus flavour; it’s something to savour. You peel off an oranges thick pebbled skin and reveal the oval shaped raw fruit within; oranges remind you of summer scrapped from spring’s cold paw. Summer is a season with no reason if you can believe. Sometimes it just rains and it’s a pain but the farmer’s need it for harvest. There are a variety of skins that fruit and vegetables hide in. Squash is orange with blemishes; and egg plant purple and posh;peaches have a fuzzy skin. You love eating peaches it’s such a sin. Or maybe it’s baking them into a crisp; there’s also cherries — black, dark red — swallowing their pits is a risk; and baby carrots that are nubby, you need to wash them with a little scrubbing.
There are all kinds of skin, but the most delicate skin is human. Think of baby thighs and tummies – the most precious skin of all. Or the skin at the nape of your neck; that spot is hot, with a thousand sensory spots which a man can follow playing connect the dot and make a shape. But then you are reminded, you are in the kitchen peeling off orange skin while his lips graze your neck ending with a feeling filled peck. You’re at a loss as you eat your orange slices thinking of vices and lips at your nape when he leaned over you whispering words you never suspected.