Lakes and Oranges

Adam does not peel his oranges; instead he bites down on the skin
Lakes of nectar invade the bridge of his tongue
Once I imagined his orange mouth on mine
I imagined I'd be like any other lover, standing pale and freshly made

Lakes of nectar invade the bridge of his tongue
Like the piers of Santa Monica wounded in the salty desert sun
I imagined I'd be like any other lover, standing pale and freshly made
I saw myself swimming in citrus saliva. Found it, like sand in the corks of my body

Like the piers of Santa Monica wounded in the salty desert sun
He says: To Look Is To Love, and It's You, It's Almost, Always You
I saw myself swimming in citrus saliva. Found it, like sand in the corks of my body
I was swollen in a city made of heat and circumference

He says: To Look Is To Love, and It's You, It's Almost, Always You
We're on opposite ends of a swimming pool, infectious kisses are made of water
I was swollen in a city made of heat and circumference
All but dead to individuality, I was in love with taste and metaphor

We're on opposite ends of a swimming pool, infectious kisses are made of water
Once I imagined his orange mouth on mine
All but dead to individuality, I was in love with taste and metaphor
Adam does not peel his oranges; instead he bites down on the skin.