Forbidden fruit of Barbados
Oh how she glows.
Sectional sweetness
Bitter in aftertaste
My favorite things in life
Always seem to be similar
Maybe because
I prefer the familiar
The curve and the shape
Contour and ripe
As I slice thee in half
I notice your walls
Serrated spoon in hand
Showing gratitude toward the land
For it bears blessed fruits
The fruit blesses me
Upon receiving sour
Bite after bite
The bitterness sets in
Night after night
Grapefruit makes me happy
Grapefruit makes me smile
I hope that I don’t get sick
At least not for a while