So here is my poem my ode to the organic blood orange from Abel and Cole that got me through my cold last week.
Ode To a Blood Orange
O Orange, your sweetness is a lure.
Your cool roundness fills my palm as I pluck you from the bowl,
gasping anticipation.
Do I detect a blush?
I would cut you in a lust for vitamin c-
Bleed all over me.
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