Post-Orgazmic Chill

I had a déjà vu about
Falling in love with a girl
Who eats oranges in bed.

Orange peels 
All over the place
And her skin smells like citrus.

Her hair gleams in the dark,
And if I touch it
It will sparkle with electricity.

Feline girl.
I kiss her shoulder 
And she sighs.

I drink the juice off her chin.
I'm tense as she shuffles.
I'll take her now.

She gets up
And starts cleaning up the oranges.

I'm not even slightly relaxed.
I need a minute to let those chemicals in my brain
Sort themselves out.

London, 2008


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