the smell of limes

I can’t sleep

   again

I lie in the dark
   and remember
the last time
   I saw you

how your fingers
   smelled like limes
and I wanted
   to eat them

but instead I
   smiled and
played along with
   your pretense

that we’re just

     friends

because that’s
   sensible,
the safe thing
   to do

and I’m always

   sensible

       and safe

and lying awake
     in the dark

         dreaming

            of limes