Pamplemousse (Day 1454)

sprawled on moon-soaked 

unbuttoning your frown   

I tear you open  midriff prickling 

against a vernal chill   sweet 

hiss of longing bubbling 

toward treetops just tall enough 

to shade the promised blue 

so bitter are your words   bitter

as the grapefruit you peel 

and slice   my tongue’s tip   

sketching each taut membrane   

testing the tart pink flesh  

we ingest worlds and worlds   

until   sated   we spit   

pale seeds a constellation 

against regret-stained ground   

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