the distance between a lemon

eleven icecubes suspended indefinitely
in the heat of conversation
and a crystal glass

the moment is fluid
the bouquet rustic
and knowledge inappropriate

a grape wth skinned knees bends
around the idea of words
and sweet citrus

the evening is damp
the taste daring
and knowledge carnal

a seed breaks between teeth
between the pink of tongues
and no lemon grows

the moment is fluid
the fingers lucid
and knowledge secret