Orange Peels
by Eoghan Lyng
Too poor to buy petals, we scattered the orange peels
To the sheets laying the fruit on each
Squeezing the remnants its entire form
Over each and other.
Then there we lay, shivered by the coldest winter
Fifteen years seen in Cork's fair land
Too drunk to withdraw from a night so strong
So shivered embittered at the pennifilled men
Who paid for drinks in stylish bars.
Rattling bed springs the stinging of fruit
Sticks to the body acidic in tone and texture.
As orange encloven woven and broken
He kissed me goodnight with his warmth.
To the sheets laying the fruit on each
Squeezing the remnants its entire form
Over each and other.
Then there we lay, shivered by the coldest winter
Fifteen years seen in Cork's fair land
Too drunk to withdraw from a night so strong
So shivered embittered at the pennifilled men
Who paid for drinks in stylish bars.
Rattling bed springs the stinging of fruit
Sticks to the body acidic in tone and texture.
As orange encloven woven and broken
He kissed me goodnight with his warmth.
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