Tangerine

Tender Tangerine, you

- are roughly in between -

a supple texture and a denser, porous thing,

you're

cool as autumn in

my palm, your

skin is lip-balm smooth, like

baby cheeks and iPhone screens, you're

a weighted ball - so small - of water...

avoirdupois you are, un-altered (if)

I somehow can resist

your carapace - so crisp -

and do not intervene.

*

Pretty, vivid thing,

Oh -

charming Tangerine,

a bit of summer color (you do bring) to my

{{winter}}, as

I observe the orangeness of your hue.

You look so lovely in my kitchen

and against my olive skin (as I)

admire the bright fire you are given, and

that you stream into my room.

Darling Tangerine,

you look just like an orange's younger cousin, or

her son...

you may be filled with liquid, but

you are an apparition | a true vision of the sun...

(just before it sets) -

you are a perfect orb of daylight at its best,

set...

divinely in the crevice of my hand;

oh, the admiration you demand -

gorgeous Tangerine,

you sure are a joyous, rounded thing -

(if I don't devour you, of course), *if*

I do not intervene.

*

Silent Tangerine,

you

do not say a thing, but

if I listen closely, I

can almost hear my body sing, (as)

your soundless essence sweetly brings

{{the promise of}} nutrition.

And if I cup my ear,

(I swear that I)

can almost hear the words you whispered to

the clearness of the brisk and rigid air

when you were merely

coming to fruition, just

for me...

(on your winter tree)...

and now, somehow, you speak to me, for

I am hungry (and) so keen

that deep inside me rings a jingling

tambourine -

calling out to you and begging

to convene;

Oh,

quiet Tangerine...

you'll stay a silent, muted thing

(but only if I don't consume you, *if*)

I do not intervene.

*

Fragrant Tangerine,

your scent is truly like

a dream,

so much so, they bottle you into the finest

potions and perfumes.

Your scent is *magic*, it's

emotion...

a time machine that brings me back (to when)

I was just a child (by)

the ocean...

[[they say that scent is the most powerful]]

sense, --and yours--

is slightly flowerful, with

{{with weightlessness}} and notes of

zest,

and light,

and freshness interwoven...

and if the sea could be a fruit (somehow)

I think it's you it would have chosen;

{{crisp and bright}}, with hints of green...

an aroma (with a notion) of

the spring...

and as I peel you open,

waves of joy and happiness

you bring

(to my olfactory organs), and

I can't help but intervene -

I break your skin and

my whole mouth is watering;

all your architecture, I...

[[have altered]];

I peel down all your fleshy armor, and

inhale the fragrant water of

your plushy, little toes... (wrapped up just like)

a single, budded rose...

every part of you,

just for me and so exposed -

into a star... oh -

into a star you have transposed -

all your little wedges pulled apart...

and my senses come together [[intertwined]]

a work of art,

as your presence and your essence fill

my mind and heart with dreams...

(just like my words here are now)

dancing, wandering -

(no longer staying strictly tied)

to descriptions of your scent...I'm

reminiscing of the times (together)

we have spent;

and as my palette becomes wetter, my

core (to you), it sings -

a song of hunger, festering...

and Oh, Tangerine,

there is a special name just for your fragrance, it

{{is citrus}}; and

my thoughts of you are full of richness, and

I'm struck by the exquisite nature of your scent...

(and I can't help it, I repent)

I feel that I...

I feel that I must intervene.

*

Delicious Tangerine,

sweet you are --like honey-- as

your nectar runs right down

my chin my neck my hands [[and stains]]

my jeans;

yet slightly tart with --with darts--

that stun me, as

my tastebuds rocket off into

abyss that's tasted, (yet)

unseen.

Drip, drip, drip (you drizzle)

down my lips and fingertips...

exploding in my mouth (I feel)

I'm overtaken with pure bliss.

Tangerine, Tangerine,

I embrace you with my tongue (and all)

my famished senses scream;

deep within my temple, I

can feel I'm re-assembled, as

you level all

the streams within me that

once bounced upon a rocking trampoline;

sugary [you are]

like confection (almost) candy...

though refreshing, cooling, soothing

-natural- (nothing) {{fancy}}.

Oh, Tangerine...

if a fruit could be supreme (I think)

that would be just what

you are...

velveteen that bursts against

my teeth and mouth's small arc...

[[sensory epistle]]

orangesicle dream...

Oh, delicious Tangerine

I could not resist you, I

could not help but intervene.

*

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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Author's note: This poem was written for the Sensational Challenge. :)

This poem is part of my Signature collection, which is rich in rhyme, very lyrical, quite expansive, and often full of notable, magical elements. If you are interested in reading more poems from this collection, try this one:

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