Love Poem: Orange Peel
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Written by: Nicola Steel

Orange Peel

Stunted fingernails scrape back
the first slither of orange skin,
bounding a torrent of zest to spurt
into the royal keyhole of my soul,
stinging, watering - heartbreaking.

Reluctant, I remove the fruit’s shell
longing for a worthy distant aim
to splash upon an unwary significant,
instead, my citrus emotion’s reflected,
discarded, rejected - abandoned.

Eyes smarting – juice offends a single soul.
Pith concealed – surplus heart needs healing.