You Hold and Consume
Updated: Jun 19
You squirm in your seat as the knife pierces the skin.
The spray of fresh scent tickles our noses,
You squirm again.
Slowly, carefully, I slice off strips of pith and zest.
At last you hold the dripping globe and devour with an avalanche of juice dripping down your chin.
I stand back watching and admire your hunger.