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orange

bright and bold and big and juicy,
married mistress of the sun.
a love affair she does have, you see --
with the neighboring citrus' son.
stars above and light below:
silver sheening silently.
illuminated by moon's glow
not one sound as to violently
disrupt the fragile sheet of time.
she blossomed as a flower white.
drawn in by the aura of that one lime
seduced the green with all her might.
the orange, bright and bold and brassy,
bore her soul for all to see.
'his eyes are mine or fall down does he,'
cursed the orange gleefully.
the lime, transfixed, with all his power
stood up still and stared, intense.
and in that one ungodly hour
felt emotion so immense.
'i love her blind,' the lime had spoke,
her upper hand to strike the fear.
'i love her true, that is no joke,'
and with her madness she did adhere.
a few days, gone, transformed entirely
into Temptress, smoldering hot.
the lime could only gape and smile,
knowing of her marriage he did not.
a smile, a tear, a wave, a kiss.
the lime turned ripe for orange's lips.
and in her soul, a dark abyss:
not one kind soul in all her tips.
then, sunrise of the fifteenth day
brought on a maddening, blistering heat.
the sun had seen what mischief lay:
disloyalty, his heart skipping a beat.
'with all my heart and all my soul
did trust with you i fully did!'
the orange smiled, her eyes like coal.
'my love for you, i merely hid
behind a curtain of despair.'
the sun turned white-hot in contempt.
'burn us both with driest air
you will,' she said as an attempt
to save her life, and solely hers.
the lime was only a simple toy.
the sun did smite without a curse:
the lime had fallen, without joy.
to doom and darkness, he had tumbled
driven mad by heat and pain.
hiding truth and motives jumbled,
trick the sun, she did, again.
'the mistress of the sun will shine
for all eternity until
grapes could no longer produce wine.'
the sun would smile. and hold his still.

the orange did deceive the lime
but how will you fare in your time?
the orange cheated yet survived --
and more than once she had imbibed
the drink of gods, the sun's great kiss.
something sure was here amiss.
the orange smiles and lives on so.
will you, our lime, to all depths go?

--[nate's oranges might be sweeter]--

posted by Open Source Food @ 2:31 AM