Blood Oranges
Blood oranges
juicy, dripping, ripe.
I nibble.
This pleases the orange.
The sweet scent of pink-red flesh
tickles my nose
and urges me on.
Zest nips at my tongue
I indulge myself, gorging
honey sweet dripping down my chin.
This, too, pleases the orange.
~ Mk Michaels 2006