Orange Poem by Natasa To

You fit neatly in my full hand
Like a grapefruit
If I plant you, will there grow a grapefruit
Tree to puck-grapefruit colored orange from,
Orange colored grapefruit?
Orange, yellow green
(Color of kings, of emperors
Of summer days fading into autumn, the end of summer) ,
I like to roll the sound of your name in my mouth
As if it was sweet orange water between my lips.
You skin is smooth, dark, opaque,
But flesh: soft, bright, luminescent.
When I hold your exposed body to the sun,
I see all of your veins.
You glow like light through a leaf
Your smooth, slick skin under my teeth,
With a little pressure, breaks,
Giving way to fresh, sweet
Flesh sliding coolly down my throat,
Falling into me.