Stunted fingernails scrape back
The first slither of orange skin
Bounding a torrent of zest to spurt
Into the royal keyhole of my soul
Stringing, watering - heartbreaking
Stingily, I removed the fruit’s shell
Longing for a worthy distant aim
To splash upon an unwary significant
Instead, my citrus emotion is reflected
Discarded, rejected - abandoned
Eyes smarting – juice offends a single soul
Pith concealed – surplus heart needs healing
