You got a man and I know you can’t leave him
But I know you met me for a reason
Him and I are two different extremes so I know what they mean by people in seasons
You in a hot-cold relationship
And you really don’t know what to think of it
But I think you need to take a risk
Cause a girl like you needs a man like me

What happened, happened once. So now it’s best
in memory — an orange he sliced: the skin
unbroken, then the knife, the chilled wedge
lifted to my mouth, his mouth, the thin
membrane between us, the exquisite orange,
tongue, orange, my nakedness, and his,
the way he pushed me up against the fridge —
Now I get to feel his hands again, the kiss
that didn’t last, but sent some neural twin
flashing wildly through the cortex. Love’s
merciless, the way it travels on
and keeps emitting light. Beside the stove
we ate an orange. And there were purple flowers
on the table. And we still had hours.
Kim Addonizio  (Stolen Moments)