From Typhoon / And I’ll Light the Groves

when the moon is a puckered mouth,

and the satsumas are so swollen

their dimples smooth out,

and the single

drop of juice slips

from a stem, down its citrus

skin, which I lick at

like a loyal flame,

until it’s had enough

of me, until it tells me it is done with me.

Come, it tells me.

originally appeared in guaiya yan puspus presented by Guma’ Gela’