Me Media Naranja
My half an orange,
your kiss is citrus sweet.
Tainted flush lips laced with sugar
from words that pour and quench my thirst for you.
Zeus may fracture this world,
with a bolt that splits our hands entwined.
He dares to leave me weak
and ever searching for you.
Yet I will wait beside my orange tree,
and preen the pearl glazed blossoms with strength and care.
Until my half an orange returns to me
then I am forever whole in your presence.
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For the Soul
PoetryA collection of original unpublished poetry written to speak to what is within.
