Orange

Orange

You beckon me.
A beacon to my corneas,
a come hither glow

I grasp you firmly.
Your pebbled rind resting comfortably,
in my eager mitt.

Twist and yank.
You are severed from your ancestor,
forever.

Civil graces,
linens and flatware,
for which there is no time.

Your culinary pheromones,
strip me down,
to primitive instincts.

Gouging cracked nails,
into your sun warmed skin.
You attempt to delay

Your pithy resistance,
acidic tears,
only spur on my hunger.

Hastily, I rip you open
Studying your
membranes and segments.

The carnage continues.
You burst upon my palate
curling tongue, pursed lips.

Sunshine fills my sinuses,
my gums burn with
your tart eulogy.

Your remains are litter.
Sticky fingers
reach for your brethren.