Bite into a lemon

Bite into a lemon.
(carefully peel
vivid happy
phrenological-storied
skin –
forefingers, thumbs.)

Bite into it whole,
(vertigo – your
eyes squeezed tight; a
blazing-white and blistering,
your
throat open wide.)

Let sunlit juices slowly
run, exhibitionistic,
down your chin.

Your insomniatic tongue
is fervent now, emboldened.
Your lips form a foreign,
innocent kiss.

You will gulp the honeyed air, then,
Blinking, chaste, into the sun,
Everything a fiction:
sweeter than before.