The global orange ...
Sink teeth into its tender flesh
swollen with juicy sinew.
Rend the filmy sheath,
licking the clinging tubules from
gleaming enamel and slick gum
as the juice streams down your
face in rivulets,
leaving a sticky residue on the chin,
the pungent citrus tickling the nose,
the acrid aftertaste tingling the tongue,
and though satiated with the sensuous experience,
the juice-ridden throat is left
You grope for water to wash it all down, down,
until the thirst for that sweet fulfillment moves
you to pick another.
Smash jagged cones into its tender flesh,
catching the juice that streams
down the plastic in rivulets
in a cold, glass jar,
leaving white, tattered skins plastered
against the adobe textured rind
intermixed with deflated tubules.
Sink serrated metal teeth into its coarse,
methodically dissecting the swollen skin
into carefully quartered pieces.
Leave it to rot in the stinking heat.