orange peels
I asked you
to peel an orange.
You removed the skin,
pulling it out,
making it blossom
like a lily flower.
You painstakingly
worked at the pith
discarding it string
by string,
leaving behind
a mass of pure fruit.
You handed this,
this creation of yours
into my awaiting palms.
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The way you describe such an ordinary moment is stunning here. I just love this!
“Discarding it string / by string” is a surprising and somewhat surreal description. Very cool!
What a tender poem about love. Chef kiss of a landing.
I love the alchemy of turning an orange into a lily!