Tangerine Kisses

Soft falling curtains of sunlight on the ashes of the fire

he pokes it with a stick

imagining again the scent of marshmallows as they'd sat

staring at the starry sky

he'd found solace in her arms

kissed her

the taste of her still on his tongue

scent of tangerine

and felt the way it cried out in her

the lonely hunger

and he'd been eaten alive by that cannibalistic longing

and thought it satisfied.

But maybe not

after all

loneliness cannot be created

or destroyed only changed

or

if you're lucky

delayed a while

but not forever

until it crashes down

hot blazing waves of summer sunshine

ferocious hounds baying for blood

but beautiful

so beautiful

and in their mouths the scent

of tangerine.