Oranges

There is a way to eat fruits.
The bites, cuts, peeling discloses a lot about the process,
about manifestations, prayers.

The layers are a cryptic code,
defining a particular gender.
What do you name Oranges?
A blossom of Goddess or the sweat of a man?

The tender skin hides the juices
of fervor and desires

step 1: Do not gulp it easily, it might choke you.
Step 2: Observe the underlying dots & thickness of the zest.

Step 3: Divide it into a group for easy naked observation.
Step 4: Rub the Albedo.
Step 5: Open the part and drink the nectar.
( Do not hesitate to sprinkle the skin on the face)

Splash,
the flavoring chemicals begin to revolve
& this is how it falls inside your mouth
with a sky of teak words,
creating lust with teeth.

There is a way to eat Oranges
with harmony dancing.

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Inspire after reading Figs- D.H Lawrence

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Observe

Did you hear the storms and see the opaque thunders?
The time when a body is a box of twitches and imperfections
like pervasive corrosion of diamonds,
too deep and too broad to demarcate a periphery.
A thunderbolt is riveting inside my earlobe.
A thin film of vintage cassettes play the sorrows,
trembling in the momentum of hurricane body.
Ransacking inner soul to find a twitch, a glitch.
A pack of stars drowned in the blue hemisphere
Music: an extension of crooked smiles,
Swaying of broken memories and false hopes
Is that you hear too?

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