Orange Peels Curl
© Surazeus
2025 08 30

The childhood book tucked beneath the floorboard
preserves sad fairytales of long-lost lands
which crawl across the yard of rotting leaves
where orange peels curl in strange innocent rain
that patters softly on piano keys
because letters from her lover dissolve.

He finds strands of her hair swirling in wind
from branch of the apple tree by the pond,
and also on the pillow in dark hall
where the afternoon sun lays her warm head
after rain storms off with angry despair
to leave ghost of her absence in his heart.

Climbing the mountain path before sunrise,
feet crunching rocks where arrogant gods strode,
they search for light beyond the end of time
with vow to build Utopia with their hands
just as Aurora blazes bright with flames
dispelling darkness of their anguished hearts.

Awake with sweet delirium of truth,
shy lovers embrace on the mountaintop
at orgasmic blast of the rising sun
that fills their bodies with billions of stars,
each one nurturing its planet of souls
with frantic miracle of charity.

At sparkling center of our multiverse
Orpheus drinks cinnamon apple wine
with nonchalant contempt of hungry death,
while shy Ophelia swirls the rainbow
to paint the marble statue of her god
who always tries to run away with faith.

Orange juice stains his hands with sweet stickiness
as he peels delicious fruit of the sun
and watches children play chase in the yard
with young horses that shake shimmering manes,
aware that the bright meteor of desire
streaks across enclosed mirror of the sky.

They survey cluttered landscape of the Earth
with eyes of the moon wolf who understands
song of ocean waves which readjusts fate
each time another blind person decides
to sell their family name to the sad clown
who chooses greed as the best way to live.

The farmer stands alone in field of wheat,
hand clutching instrument that programs need,
and asks the princess with torn angel wings
if she would be his wife till end of time,
but she flies away to Elysium
and weeps alone under the apple tree.

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Orpheus stares shocked at his face in the mirror of the multiverse, and asks Ophelia if she is friends with Eurydice.

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