Orange

A Poem by A.A.Romanczuk

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

© 2012 A.A.Romanczuk

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Marie

Beautiful analogy.

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

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...

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

John

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

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Thank you kindly :)

Robin

a poetic fruit to savor

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on July 28, 2012
Last Updated on July 28, 2012

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A.A.Romanczuk

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“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..