Ode To The Lemon

From the collection of “Bodily Observations”

Zest clung to flesh like 

Skin-tight jeans with the

Texture of a middle aged

Woman’s leathery forehead,

Every rippling, dilated pore

Under watchful gaze of 

An eye, An iris, formed

Where umbilical cord meets

Dimpled body. Pulp segmented 

like pizza slices, It sweats 

as a full glass does with a 

galvanic liquid that seduces 

The eye to lap up a well of saliva 

And gnaw on your bottom lip.