I pick tangerines at dawn
My hands almost touch the sun
My crimson lips are burning
Good morning love,
Good morning
Honey suckles open wide
I have no fear, he has your eyes
Divine,
A delicious yearning
Good morning love,
Good morning.
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Now I can’t reach that Citrus sun
Every word of his
I’ve worn
Like a sweater,
inside out.
I’ve been still
so that he flies to me
I’ll reach high
to reach him
Now he’s still my sun
And my falcon.
He may gaze upon me,
the higher he can fly
from home.