SATSUMA
Crescents of tangerine cool nipples
that purse like lips as
O of navel grips its slice &
taut shiny glans raises its
section to the sun, hot through
blue-green leaves of eucalyptus;
tongue slides between citrus & skin
belly arcs smooth,
teeth release juice bursting
through this moist cavern,
tongue, lapping in slow pulses,
swallows, wet open flames.
Thank you to the editors of HOT FLASHES:
sexy little stories and poems for publishing
this poem.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 