Sunday, March 16, 2008

Blood Orange

Blood Orange

Mira
A wooden-handled knife,
A coil of orange peel,
And the fruit itself, on the table beside the bed;

I bleed at every touch, Love,
But it's a wounding so exquisite,
I can't help but offer myself
Section by section.

Mira
A table with its tableau,
A bed with its patient fool,
And the sweet bloody fruit, held out in my open palm.

3 comments:

Cynthia said...

Oh, Blood Orange is an exquisite,
piece, so sensual and visceral.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, Cynthia. I love to combine the natural--plants, fruits, trees, etcetera--with the emotional.

Shawna said...

This is gorgeous and creative:

"I bleed at every touch, Love,
But it's a wounding so exquisite,
I can't help but offer myself
Section by section"

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