by Paris Rosemont
Your little yuzu sapling should have tipped me off to your love of zest. You tended to it with the care and patience of a zen master cultivating inner peace. I have begun craving the tart tang of tangerine tickling my tastebuds, imagining you on my tongue as I dip into the pink flesh of a grapefruit wedge—sweet, bitter and sourish—bright as a sharp slap prickling pungent as smelling salts. My lips pucker as I suck the rind bare as my cunt—a slow kiss laced with a lick of vinegar. Love flays me—I tingle. My senses awaken to you; the blood orange dribbling acidic into each tiger stripe of my wounds. I become an ouroboros, consuming my own marrow, marinating in your secretions. I am raw—my translucent flesh transformed by the lime of your love. Paris Rosemont is the author of Banana Girl (WestWords, 2023), shortlisted for the Association for the Study of Australian Literature’s 2024 Mary Gilmore Award for a first volume of poetry. Her second collection, Barefoot Poetess, is due for release in early 2025. Paris may be found at www.parisrosemont.com.
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