kaylaeve

I want the pulp of you 
Your stringy white insides 
I want the lattice of your creation  
To get stuck in my teeth 
I want to savor every sliver of you  
The parts of you that need a warning 
The versions left on the shelf 
The bits of you that blend in with the fruit
But pack a punch
I want to relish in the chewy remnants of a skin you shed long ago
I want to peel back your orange shell 
And taste the tender threads that hold you together 
I want to drink your syrupy nectar
To gnaw away the sweet parts 
Right down to the rind of you 
And swallow the secret pomace of your heart