sweet and sour

I spoke to the drop of lemon about your tongue.
She said “Some things are everything they seem”,
I nodded and licked my lips. She seemed please by my
response. I watched her melt under the sun, into the sidewalk.

I approached the sugar on the rim of glass about your iris.
I told him about the browns and greens, and the reflection
of myself when you are pleased. He said, “Be enchanted by this.”
We continued our talk over cherries and limes.

So, taking the advice of dear friends, I packed my books, and socks
and heart, and moved into you.