There are plenty of poems about oranges
And even more about the sun.
Rarely do the two depart.
A glance at the sun and the clock begins to tick
Melatonin running like sand grains
While I nibble the frostbite away from the white skin, arteries pop between my teeth. The sun flushes unseen in my mouth,
I can taste the colors as they climb above the mountains.
Eyes burning, mouth watering, I become the hill I stand on.
Spooks
i luv teeth