You brought a tray with lemon seeds I filled my side with tangerine
We marked the time to antenna fan And wrote,
observe the change unseen
The fridge hummed low like library air
We waited till the cubes turned clear
You tapped the sign,
I logged the crack And laughed when mine turned halfway black
Frozen note,
orange segment Recipe we both invent
Not for tea,
not for show But to know what we don't know
You bit a cube,
said mint too much We casted sound on marble plate
And wrote this one took longer late
You held one up like glass gone small
And said,
this counts as love,
that's all You drew a chart,
I spilled the brine
We circled good and marked her line
I saved the one you said felt right and kept
it Till it turns to light
Frozen note,
orange segment Recipe we both invent
Not for tea,
not for show But to know what we don't know