the orange

you haven't eaten an
orange in
months.
the last one was neither
sour or sweet,
but bland.
it looked like
an orange full of
orange promise,
but despite the color,
the juice,
the roundedness
of it, it
disappointed you
when the skin was
peeled away,
and first bite played
against your tongue.
you could easily
connect this orange
to beauty
and love, but you
won't it's too easy,
you'll save
that poem for another
day.