Lemon blazes black

Can you squeeze the sun into a lemon, a lemon into a coffee bean, make lemon taste like peach?

I have met peaches— tasted a bitter one

Parents gift us limbs and their exile Estranged from our names, we grasp for the handle of the cloud, they came from

There is a word behind the bar she squeezed her ink into coffee and made Lemon— into her name

and blazed black