Roman de la poire

Peeling an orange

Stripped by your teeth

Both rind and porous white tissue

You expose a Chanson Belle, Bonne, Sage

The sweetest tasting parametric curve

Revealing

A cardioid

Sticky citrus

Drips to the cusp of your chest

Ten carpels

From which you bite and suck

Drenching your tongue with yellow-orange

Sunshine

Planting seeds deep into my chest

Evergreen and flowering

Your bite

Pursed lips

My heart shaped

Khettmali