4/04/2008

A Picture and a Poem



Red wine flesh
and magenta-stained peels.
Succulent, sweet
surprisingly orange nectar
tickling the tongue.
Dribbling down ten fingers,
leaving sticky pink trails,
a tell-tale sign.
Hands awash in
blood orange.

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