orange crush

Wanna get tangled up
In a spaghetti nor’easter
Noodles wound around my ankles
Strangling my shins
Til i'm tripping
Head over heels into
the soft landing of that dimple
To the left of your mouth

Press raspberries
from my fingertips
into golden pancakes
Stacked on a royal blue plate
in front of your altar
Where starlings peck
at the little luxury
While syrup
Runs down your cheeks
spilling over your chin

Burn orange peels
on dancing flame
And throw them like confetti
over your silk pillow
Pithy citrine dander
adhering to your cheek’s sap tracks
Glinting subtly
Sloppy and sweet as
an elementary
valentine