Poem: We Have Lain With Orange Blossoms

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We Have Lain With Orange Blossoms

Her body whispers
“This is me.

“Here on a platter.
My heart and soul spread out
Across the pillow.”

His hands, warm and soft,
tremble as he gathers her up:
Her red and beating heart,
Her cool and yellow soul.


I read somewhere that orange blossoms were a sign of purity. But I never want to tell anyone that incase it spoils the poem!

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