a love letter to the first orange of the new year
the small tiny crunch of the first break into the skin, the sigh spray of citrus oils with every thumbful pulled back. I press ever so gently and oh, you give- you give in, you give up, you give your money, your time- whatever way you can, you GIVE.
with each peel, I know you more. I revel and awe in the unveiling of this geometrically, biologically, gastronomically globe of perfection. so carefully and ingeniously packaged in its own naturally biodegradable shell, a glorious gift from Citrona- the patron saint of the original working class juice cleanse,and sharing summer smiles
I slip you out of your dress, and here we are, naked to each other, in vulnerability and desperate desire. the peel is off and wow, it's like seeing your lover naked for the first time, shy and sweet. or your child, fresh out of the womb, innocent and unscarred
I reflect this peace and all is well in the world for this moment. I am so grateful, I am so deserving and I am so eating this orange
I try to slow myself, to take my time, to stay present and intimate and savor your curves, your juices, your scent, your pith but oh, how my primal stomach wants you, my inner child wants you, my ancestors want you. hell, every living thing wants you!
sigh. deep breath- even through my pungent lunch, your scent still strikes! I could scrub my insides clean with you. I could bathe my soul in your holy juices and be born again.
I gently peel you in half. Gasp! You still have more to reveal! An inception of innocence inside innocence! I peel one piece from the whole and isn't it beautiful isn't it a miracle a testament of how god loves us that oranges come pre-sliced to fit into human mouths?!
we finally touch- mouth to mouth, teeth, tongue- you envelope me- HOT LOUNG , en todo- all of me
you are the definition of sweet and you will remind me of it forever you will hold the bar to any sweetness that tries to love me the same.
your flesh is so familiar, are you humankind's first bite? I feel like we've known each other in a past life...
your juices run down my hands, my neck, my shirt and I don't care who sees. if they cannot appreciate our loves, I need not appreciate them
my body graciously accepts you directly into my bloodstream, ,my muscles, my tiny cell walls- where do you want to be? what part of me do you want?
this goes on- every bite like the first- till the last and like every goodbye, let's make it short, sweet, and worthy of nostalgia shhhh...don't make this any harder
let me be your disciple let me be your body and your blood let me be you and you be me
