Thick-skinned larger
Relative of the orange,
Sometimes yellow, rosy pink
Or blood red
With a sweet inner chamber
Of sectioned triangles
Waiting to be released
By a rounded knife.
How fragrant and succulent
Dripping juice leaving behind
A white skirt of fuzzy fiber.
How tenderly you were dissected
By my unsuspecting friend
Cut into tempting rosettes
Presented in a porcelain scalloped bowl
For my very first breakfast
In California
At that instant
You were part
Of a seduction,
Intimate
The beginning of a lifelong
Love affair.
Like the two halves of the fruit
Being parted
Ours was a lifetime of being apart.
Inge Kessler Poetry 