Tangerine’s Tangential Tranquility

Sips of cerebral citrine reveries,
the nectar of July fermentations
stirred in the mind’s summer vat,
distilled in the winery
that dwells behind the eyes.

Servants fan the flesh in diligence,
but the gentle brush of dream whispers
combs the heart with its flurry in stirrings,
inside the throb swells
amid the beads of perspiration
of the knight seen in the marketplace,
of the torrid and twisted passion twine,
which wrapped around the soul.

It all is repressed, subdued and rationalized
behind a stoic state of posing
for forbidden lures inspired in fated noon exchanges
are never the fodder for life’s dole of fortune.

So in the chair of composure,
in silence she wanders through fantasia’s fields,
whatever touches in tremors
kept a secret in the casual exhales,
within finding a way to allow
the tangerine tangential tranquility
laced across her skin
to cover the fires within.