Orange Juice Kisses

Squeezing Oranges

 

You say: "Put your hands down

I'm going to do something

You can't do it back to me

Keep your hands to yourself"

You wrap yourself around my middle

Your arms almost long enough

To clasp your hands at my belly and squeeze

How tall and strong you've become

You slip away, your feet running

From the tile to the wood floor

I smile and squeeze the oranges

Squeezing and spinning round and round

I watch the juice soak through the pulp

Moving seeds aside with a finger

To fill the rising cup below

I pour you a glass, spilling a bit

Of the pale sunrise juice hinting at

The sun's sharpening focus

Through the misty dawn darkness

and the open kitchen window

You come back and grab my hand

A gentlemen planting an enthusiastic kiss

On its pale veined back and smile up

"I wanted to give you an orange juice kiss."