seed-less orange

someone
down the hall
tears the rind of
an orange—a
flash image
mine-full
cool light fresh of our
skin lifts the
sweat-glow
we are god and
goddess wrapped in
wet Greek sheets just
escaped from Zeus—the
stolen grapes now
pressed to lips—walls
share the
impulse smashed glass
and stain—Orange
petals release day’s
heated scent
he pulls the
world out from
under my
steady and opens my
legs—his hands
early explorers questing
the mouth of the
motherland—sirenning
mating call to my
baby-eggs high
in their early
nest lipping
persuasion—they
fall one by
one
into his
open mouth
this child-less
father—my baby eggs in his
mouth until he is
full
leaving me
only a seed-less
orange

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