Blood Oranges

I squeeze the luscious fruit
In my fist and watch
With satisfaction
As it explodes like some tiny, juicy planet.

Blood-colored liquid
Seeps between my flesh-filled fingers
Filling the chalice below
With delicious, gory sweetness.

And I am just a bit queasy
From the heady feeling of my own power,
From the sense of sacrament. And from my own desire
To lick the juice from my elbow.


-- 07/18/2009