Oranges under my skin
beg to be peeled
until I trickle
over your fingertips,
my pulp under your nails.
Better to juice me
than slice me in quarters,
although you already have me.
I don't mind being squeezed
until trust is sweet on your lips.
Did you know that satsuma
-- unshu mikan --
is a mutant from Japan?
It means honey citrus.
Tart and sugary, like me.
Copyright July 2010
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