a scent of Clementine
you are like
the rough and sweet skin
of the clementine
i peeled and ate by the window
the juice dripping on my chin
long after i’ve eaten the fruit
the scent remains on my fingers
michele voltaire marcelin
This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 17th, 2008 at 7:00 am. It is filed under poetry and tagged with Artwork: Jacob Collins.
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