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Calamondin
I scratched the rind lovingly
With my thumb nail
Dragging it across the surface
With a gentleness,
Unlike the the scratches
I left in your back.
Atomizing fragrant citrus oil,
The olfactory satisfactorily aroused,
Pressed into the flesh,
That gave with surprisingly little effort,
Revealing six perfectly sour segments.
Not sweet like the Navel.
My lips paused
To pucker,
A crescent of promise,
An offering,
It is my desire to suffer.
The fruit from your tree will ruin me,
And I’m glad to be ruined.
© Callouslily
With my thumb nail
Dragging it across the surface
With a gentleness,
Unlike the the scratches
I left in your back.
Atomizing fragrant citrus oil,
The olfactory satisfactorily aroused,
Pressed into the flesh,
That gave with surprisingly little effort,
Revealing six perfectly sour segments.
Not sweet like the Navel.
My lips paused
To pucker,
A crescent of promise,
An offering,
It is my desire to suffer.
The fruit from your tree will ruin me,
And I’m glad to be ruined.
© Callouslily
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