Conversation in the Hills of Southern California -Britton Shurley
February 22, 2013, 1:36 pm
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He said: the bougainvillea’s pink, paper petals.
And she said: the night’s bright scent
                            from an orchard’s orange blossoms.

He said: a ripe avocado, spread like butter on toast
                     in the morning; my fingers and the hint of ginger.
She said: a handful of freshly picked berries, my lips
                     stained red by their juice; my tongue and its sweet-bud tip.

He said: all those peppers, all those chilies in the valley;
                      all that flesh growing hotter every day.
And she said: the taste of peaches. You’ve forgotten
                           that fruit so sweet, the way it drags the tears from your eyes.


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