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.

After, 

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