Oh! Blood Orange
hiding your secret
Of the art of camouflage
The way you trick
An artist’s fruit basket
In still life
A bartender’s triple sec
During a late Saturday night
A gardener’s harvest
As early as December

How dare you! Freak of nature!
My nature! You have oppressed!
Keeping your identity inside
Not giving me the slightest clue
To your crimson-inside views
You dare to be fair
and a sour yet sweet date?

Even as I rub my hand against your curves
A peel beyond any apple to any eye
Even as I suckle on your pulp like a leech
Wanting the blood, beyond your orange
You only give me what is
The color
Of a scarlet letter

Good thing knives can end this story
Like the sword to a philosopher’s skull
To drink out of it
And become what I wish
Because today
love is will never grow
In an orange
full of blood