Blood Orange

And you
 Smelling of strawberries
 Of grass
 Dirt, damp of forest floors
 A vertical landscape
 Urban garden
 Architecture of love's unfoldment
 Greening across
 Hip,curve, thigh
 Lower, a sweet moss scent
 And me your
 Sweet brown Harlem girl
 Blood orange
 Juice spilled
 All at once
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Sweet brown Harlem girl
 Blood orange
 Juice spilled
 All at once
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Welcome home Lucinda
 And you
 Smelling of machine shop grease
 Shoe black
 Sawdust
 The slick sweet of engine oil
 An elegant proportion
 Durability
 Utility
 Beauty
 A golden mean
 Spelled out in droplets
 Fallen across
 Cheek, stomach, thigh
 Form follows function
 Straight edge
 Soft curve
 Entryway
 And you my
 Sweet golden boy
 Like wheat spilled open
 All at once
 In memories of sunlight
 And me your
 Sweet brown Harlem girl
 Blood orange
 Juice spilled
 All at once
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Sweet brown Harlem girl
 Blood orange
 Juice spilled
 All at once
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Welcome home Lucinda
 And we
 Opened springtime's door
 Love floods
 In
 The continuous present
 Again and again begins
 Unfolds
 Native rock
 Moss covered, wet
 Rushing water
 Falling across sighs
 And now an agreement
 Between flesh and love
 Springtime and structure
 Tongue and the
 Flavor of blood orange
 And now to serve
 The whole of life
 This architecture
 Love spilled
 All at once
 Through the hallways
 Of my living
 And me your
 Sweet brown Harlem girl
 Blood orange
 Juice spilled
 All at once
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Sweet brown Harlem girl
 Blood orange
 Juice spilled
 All at once
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Welcome home Lucinda
 Welcome home Lucinda