"Blood Orange"
After the spasms fade,
breath slows, and salt
dries on the skin, you pull
back into yourself like
a consumed blood orange
restored in a film run
in reverse: the sweet
essential fluids flow back
into the bruised segments,
which in turn fold together
again into a sphere, a ball,
a world of flesh closed
and complete within itself;
then you shrug on once more
the malleable skin and reattach
yourself to the swaying branch,
among but not of the others
as I am, each absorbed
by the swell of its own
ripening until the sun
presses deep into the center
and the need to spill sweet light
opens you once more.
breath slows, and salt
dries on the skin, you pull
back into yourself like
a consumed blood orange
restored in a film run
in reverse: the sweet
essential fluids flow back
into the bruised segments,
which in turn fold together
again into a sphere, a ball,
a world of flesh closed
and complete within itself;
then you shrug on once more
the malleable skin and reattach
yourself to the swaying branch,
among but not of the others
as I am, each absorbed
by the swell of its own
ripening until the sun
presses deep into the center
and the need to spill sweet light
opens you once more.
3 Comments:
This is excellent, Hedgie.
Thanks for posting it.
Incredibly complete, Hedgie - how do you do it!
Thanks to both of you; I appreciate it.
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