Hold still, now

That I might taste the tangerine

In your kiss

And see the strawberry seeds

In your teeth


You are the pucker of the cheeks

You are the sour giving way to sweet

The squint of the eye

As it studies the skins and shines

Searching out the most perfect breakfast


When I feel alone

I linger in the produce aisles

Counting the rhythm of the spritzers

Learning to look and not touch

To judge before I taste