Sharing Citrus Kind, Blanketed by Moonlight, Mind

Even orange becomes silver in the light of the moon, even citrus fruits amongst the branches and leaves of family become and friends find a chill of loneliness and fright perfuming the orchard air some nights... And so I say, sister citrus lover all, come close, press your fruit to my flesh beneath your rind, beneath mind, imbibe the juice of my mind, sate my shivering scare with the safety of your kiss, count the infinite refracting rays of light in drops of dew that we share to catch all this moon light, all this sleeping color on the breeze and in the morning, our twin flames shall instruct the world in the ways of love and being.