Orange

I am a ripe orange in the hands of my love

He digs beneath my convoluted peel to reach

The jacinthe silk that is my soul, he squeezes

My frail atoms until the true essence leaks

Out, he drinks me pulp, seeds, and all- I am

An unassuming orange crowned by love

Reviews

[Marie]

Beautiful analogy.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank you :)

[An owl on the moon]

A delicious metaphor indeed... how you are surrendered and moved by his love... yielded to his touch... pleasing and pleasured... and both to enjoy the fragrance released.. Beautiful and sensual...

[John]

What is touching is the speaker's willingness to be taken by a lover who fully understands her complexity and frailty.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank you kindly :)

[Robin]

a poetic fruit to savor