I Don't Know Where This Came From

If I skated
with blades tentative in the thin
crevices of your face,
if I made myself small enough to tuck,
if I could bounce
along the pavement behind you down
the concrete steps into the rosy-pink
evening parking lot,
what would you do if I hung off of your shoe laces?
I just want to fade with your jeans,
comfortable and warm.

every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads

In the pale light of seven pm
I dipped the end of my braid into
the ripples of the sky,
everything shivered and a chilly creeping breeze
tucked itself into my pockets.
You were in the car with the heated seats on,
pop music playing softly, waiting
for me to say goodbye.

Oranges

What he brought was
simplicity, in a basket of oranges.
She peeled and sliced them into mouths
and eyes and skin fresh and spicy-
she made him a big wedge of smile
and he ate it whole,
lips smacking citrus sparkles,
and she smelled him all the way home.