Orange

As I eat you
I think of every tiny pouch
Of juice that explodes onto
My tongue and beyond.

Yet I could never wear you.



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Written on 2011-11-15 at 22:35

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Sid Gardner
Oh fine orb of the Gods
The colour of the sun and ripe,
Waiting to be peeled,
An explosion of pleasure
As my teeth tear into you,
Sweet nectar as meant to be.
Two Euro's a kilo with vitamin C.
2011-11-16