Oranges

You peeled away my clothes like a starving man would peel an orange. Delicate and deliberate, you pulled aside my skin and reached into my very self, your fingertips brushing over the exposed shimmering of my soul. You slipped down and kissed me until I dissolved into shooting silver. And we were like wild things in the night as we sang and laughed with dry voices, breathless and savage. Then in the morning you pulled at the knots that you had twisted in my hair, and pressed your lips against the shadows that the darkness had stained beneath my eyes. And you smiled soft and unapologetic, your breath like oranges.