i love the smell of orange,
skin peeling with the freshness
and the air is moist with the scent.
i love the smell of green, when
the leaves break the air, invading
the premises, and it's so very nice.
i knock my fingers into your long tresses
lingers there, as I gaze into your blue blue eyes
you smell like artificiality, like false fruits,
if i dare bother to tell
you smile with white teeth, so beautiful
but the smell is enough to my hands
i recoil, and your eyes are bright
i love the smell of orange,
but i hate the smell of you.