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.
Oh, Blood Orange is an exquisite,
ReplyDeletepiece, so sensual and visceral.
Thank you, Cynthia. I love to combine the natural--plants, fruits, trees, etcetera--with the emotional.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous and creative:
ReplyDelete"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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