“To thrust all that life under your tongue!–
that, all by itself, becomes a passion.
Death’s a sad Bone; bruised, you’d say,
and yet she waits for me, year after year,
to so delicately undo an old wound,
to empty my breath from its bad prison.
Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of the book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love, whatever it was, an infection.”
“Orange Still Life” © 2010
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I love your orange and more, I love your photography, it is poetry!
Thank you for sharing with The Juice Bar!! – Lisa
I am honored and humbled.
Thank you Lisa
My pleasure to squeeze such a beautiful orange!