into my bleak early Spring
afternoon
this mist of sticky juice
my normally clogged nose
inundated with bold proof
of lurid promises
from citrus groves
bathed by sunlight
on a foreign soil
while my entire body
sanguinely sings
your praises
and my fingers
continue to peel
away until every morsel
is revealed
and devoured
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
into my bleak early Spring
afternoon
this mist of sticky juice
my normally clogged nose
inundated with bold proof
of lurid promises
from citrus groves
bathed by sunlight
on a foreign soil
while my entire body
sanguinely sings
your praises
and my fingers
continue to peel
away until every morsel
is revealed
and devoured
I bought a bag of blood oranges the other week, and every other day I eat one with my fiancée. The smell and texture is divine.
