Grapefruit

I had a taste for something fresh

I didn't want the apple or pear

I usually picked a pomegranate

I liked a mess

I liked a challenge in my meal

never one to slice the orange

I always peeled it.. slowly

scolding my fingers when I dug too deep

still this citrus .. the kind I wanted on my lips?

required I take a blade to it

couldn't risk opening it poorly

Juices spilled off the knifes edge in rushed drops

I took a risk and kissed my tongue

to the cool surface, savoring my first

recollection of the scent,

the taste, and the warning

I knew it'd be gone too soon

like the summer, after you've complained

all winter, avoided confusion all spring

chasing lovers you wont remember

I set down on the floor

crushing the yellow skin in the palm

of my hand til the cool escape of

liquor rushed into my mouth

I squeeze harder.. til the fruit gave way

and all of itself ..

like a patient lover I placed it to rest

turning my attention to its pair

I smiled.. knowing that I'd be so helpless

very very soon

my juices and your hands... forcing from me

until you're sated

never leaving me totally dry

slicing me in half...so attentive to my insides

me dripping into your summer

showering your spring

but always warming up your winter and fall

its like that each and every time

you get a taste for a challenge of your own

I'm patient ..you're worth it

and baby, I'm your grapefruit