in orchards of lemon trees
we tiptoe, under the hanging yellow fruit
in blue moonlight, we will stay until
orange light leads us inside
in orchards of lemon trees
we giggle at your pinched sour face
as you taste the bitterness from the
tip of your tongue trailing back to your throat
in orchards of lemon trees
we hide behind the leaves
startling each other with
the simple break of a twig
in orchards of lemon trees
we doze off at the stars
hidden with fruit, we can only peek at the sky
until we are too sleepy, to peek at all