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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:

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

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

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  3. 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"

    rosemarymint.wordpress.com

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