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.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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