Orange Peels Curl

Orange Peels Curl
© Surazeus
2025 08 30

The childhood book tucked beneath the floorboard 
preserves sad fairytales of long-lost lands 
which crawl across the yard of rotting leaves 
where orange peels curl in strange innocent rain 
that patters softly on piano keys 
because letters from her lover dissolve. 

He finds strands of her hair swirling in wind 
from branch of the apple tree by the pond, 
and also on the pillow in dark hall 
where the afternoon sun lays her warm head 
after rain storms off with angry despair 
to leave ghost of her absence in his heart. 

Climbing the mountain path before sunrise, 
feet crunching rocks where arrogant gods strode, 
they search for light beyond the end of time 
with vow to build Utopia with their hands 
just as Aurora blazes bright with flames 
dispelling darkness of their anguished hearts. 

Awake with sweet delirium of truth, 
shy lovers embrace on the mountaintop 
at orgasmic blast of the rising sun 
that fills their bodies with billions of stars, 
each one nurturing its planet of souls 
with frantic miracle of charity. 

At sparkling center of our multiverse 
Orpheus drinks cinnamon apple wine 
with nonchalant contempt of hungry death, 
while shy Ophelia swirls the rainbow 
to paint the marble statue of her god 
who always tries to run away with faith. 

Orange juice stains his hands with sweet stickiness 
as he peels delicious fruit of the sun 
and watches children play chase in the yard 
with young horses that shake shimmering manes, 
aware that the bright meteor of desire 
streaks across enclosed mirror of the sky. 

They survey cluttered landscape of the Earth 
with eyes of the moon wolf who understands 
song of ocean waves which readjusts fate 
each time another blind person decides 
to sell their family name to the sad clown 
who chooses greed as the best way to live. 

The farmer stands alone in field of wheat, 
hand clutching instrument that programs need, 
and asks the princess with torn angel wings 
if she would be his wife till end of time, 
but she flies away to Elysium 
and weeps alone under the apple tree.