sweet delicate pain
infuses a ripe
wounded flesh
taste of color
exotic to eye
and to tongue
touched by reverie
round in the rind
a skin pungent
familiar yet filled
with delightful
traumatic surprise
not unlike
private injuries
suffered by strangers
whose fruit
we might never
select or enjoy
<3!
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*smile*
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Great piece and selection of art.
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many thanks
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You would crack up if you knew the current discussion Robert Okaji & I are having about food & poetry right now. Love this, Paul. The bittersweet.
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glad to be even a coincidental part of the action
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Coincidentally I am, even as write, swigging on just the juice of the blood orange, neat and devoid of alcoholic addition. Fine poem, Paul.
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I’m addicted to citrus
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You give a voice to so many of us bound up by physical/emotional limitations. Thank you!
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in the writing, I’m trying to escape my own limitations
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aaah, wow.
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I greatly appreciate that
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