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
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC
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