Elegy for an Orange How your roundness throbbed to titillate, dress of furious saffron took my eyes; and your skin, soft as diaper, a snow-flake to the touch, flooded my island of nerves, collected water in my mouth. But I could not love you. I could not seduce you, I wanted you in totality, a chemistry of assimilation. You had to die tortured for your exotic perfections: my thumb in your throat, one heave, and I burst you open. Blood spilled. I tasted you limb by limb wanting you only in the tongue’s orgasm of your sun-ripe death. Taken from the collection, Elephant and Ice (poet had emigrated from Sri Lanka to Waterloo, Ontario in 1965. Copyright 1980, The Porcupine’s Quill Inc, Erin ON) https://www.amazon.ca/Enough-Mortal-Now-Rienzi-Crusz/dp/1894770609