Cona Adams Poet Free verse

Citrus Delight

Absentmindedly, I placed
the slice of orange
in my mouth.

As my teeth penetrated
the thin outer skin
the flavor burst on my senses 
like fourth of July sparklers.
          
I closed my eyes 
to savor the moment.

Slowly, I chewed
as the sweet, tangy
juice filled my mouth
and ran down my chin.

Greedily, I ate
but could not recapture
the utter delight
of that very first bite.

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Ilene Bauer October 9, 2014 at 7:11 PM a delightful poem (which i could picture perfectly) with a wise and oh-so-true ending! Cona Adams October 10, 2014 at 6:46 AM Thank you Ilene. Our aim with any poem is to touch the senses. Unfortunately, too many of mine refer to food . . . so many, in fact, that I have a themed book, "You Want Hushpuppies with That?" Grin.