Peeling an Orange by Virginia Hamilton Adair

Between you and a bowl of oranges I lie nude

Reading The World’s Illusion through my tears.

You reach across me hungry for global fruit,

Your bare arm hard, furry and warm on my belly.

Your fingers pry the skin of a navel orange

Releasing tiny explosions of spicy oil.

You place peeled disks of gold in a bizarre pattern

On my [...]

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