Pale flesh beneath a skirt of dark peel,
Revealingly rent! A twist of
Thin white pith protecting inner
Succulence. Juicy, ripe; but not my tea.
Easy in fruit bowl sat, nestling, tempting:
My gaze alights, but never, seemingly
Never, do I reach forward for you:
Tempting, delicious, untouched.
Widening the rent, tugging pith away,
Fingers juiced fluid forgiving flesh.
Segments separated; tangy sweetness
A delicate explosion on my tongue.