lemon sugar

lemons become
the sweetest fruit one can taste
behind my eyes
you and i find uninhibited carnal knowledge
speaking a language
of raindrops and sugar
if i turn a certain way
the jasmine of your hair
coats my nose
and my lips
trace teasing trails
on hips that give birth again
to rivers that end in depth that begins
with that fifteenth letter
that makes ten toes stretch to meet the sky
i dream
of the orchard of your thighs
the sweetest lemons of all
i burn a hole
in the fabric of midnight
thinking of that precious prize.