Again I honour Rienzi Crusz. Waterloo Poet
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
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