Lemonpoem
Lemon tree, lemongrass
Sunday Morning, Sunday Mass
The terrain I traced between the lakes
A great barrier
Great love
A grave mistake
Take my hand, take my wisdom
Take me lonely, take me fully
Take me dancing, take me now
Procure a wedding, write a vow
Lemon hair, lemon face
Crystal eyes, a diamond gate
Will you take me? Will I escape?
Take me here, take me there
Write me letters, braid my hair
In a jiffy, in a rhyme
You hold my face, give you my pride
Lemon tree, lemon flower
I dream upon the emerald tower
Like a river, like a lover
Like a lucky counted clover
Flow and turn and take me gently
Slipped right past the heartfelt sentry
Lemon tears, lemoncholy
Sting and churn my lemonpain
With a blade that cuts the vein
Citrus lover, citrus mistress,
Cheating babe dipped in hibiscus
Undercover, undergarment
A laugh turned out to be too charming
But in the end, it’s lemonlaughter
A citrus fruit for ever after
Lemon joy, lemon jolly,
Reverting back to lemonfolly.
Ana Paul is a singer-songwriter based in both Port Washington and Buffalo, New York. She continues to work on her music while pursuing a college degree in psychology. Ana also founded the Undergraduate Poetry Club at the University at Buffalo and has hosted various readings throughout Buffalo. She is in continuous exploration of her childhood passions—singing, writing, painting, and exploring the realms of this realm.