alphanso

the sweet sweat that dripped off your
frustration into the curves of my cupped
hands made me savour each drop of

savoury and sweet. orange flesh pierced
through the blunt sharpness of the
banshee that grieved the very moment

your skin fell apart. as it got closer to the
pit, you got farther away from it, from me,
until all that you left were the sickeningly

sugared fumes of deep deep pulp. i
smeared it across the cool curve of my
cheek, the slight ridge of my lips, just to

have that everlasting flavour linger.
forever.