Sticky sweet
Nearly bitter
A sunrise on your tongue
An explosion
And how my mouth waters as I wait for the fruit
The skin is tough
The pulp slimy and under my nails
Thumb sliding under
Ripping open skin to bear the flesh
White strings of spiders silk underneath
Attaching flesh to rind as I separate the two
An eternity to pick off
Where excess makes it bitter
And finally the fruit is bare
Fiery orange flesh
Segments gleaming with juices
Fat with them
Bursting with them
And I place the first upon my tongue
Tasteless where the paper skin rests
But sharp, refreshing, where the elixir escapes
I clench my teeth upon it
And here is my explosion
Here is my release
An orgasm for the tongue
And it comes again and again
As I devour this stolen heaven
For surely there is some mistake
In the perfection of an orange
A contest entry
- Oranges and/or Lemons by Vera Rich.
590 points, ended January 30, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congratulations on the bronze.
"For surely there is some mistake
In the perfection of an orange"
I love those concluding lines. How used we are to imperfect things, that when we encounter something perfect we find it hard to believe!
The whole poem is luscious and a treat for the senses!
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well writen
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