Do you want an orange?
“Do you want an orange?”
yes.
two not-peeled
we peeled them
I with a knife
you without.
much restraint
before I knew
you had taken
two not-for-you
(they were for your mother)
yes, you held my hand
for too long
and you felt it.
and said some things
I think you hadn’t planned
two-of-us together
not like the
two (thousand) flowers
more like the
two seconds too-long
you held my hand
and the
two opened oranges.
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