A Dropp Of Juice Poem by Svanhildur Njálsdóttir

A dropp of juice from a blood orange
goes down much sweeter
its crimson nector flows
The morbid nature of this fruit
Brings with it the vitality
of forbidden vice
and orgies of the soul
breathing with an enslaving endulgance
that will leave the wings fluttering
deep within you
biting into a blood orange
letting the gory juice flow
down your chin and down your neck
filling you with a passion
almost promised with guilt
with practice kill the conscience
that tries to pull you away
from the sweet blood oranges