My Half-Orange Poem by Dylan B

My Half-Orange

Delightsome as she lay
Just waking
A candid moment
Shared in gentle birdsong morn
‘Bólero' ensues and entreats
Break of day

She's pondering double entendre
And idioms
Between Spaniard tongue
Back to her native nine-tonal language
Queen's English as the conduit
Yes, a rather difficult feat
I must say

Golden sunset, azure skyline
Feels bulbous
Glossed in its own whims
And twirling flush with nimbus clouds
Atop ten thousand multitudes of
Green, leafy
Lush, vegetation

She and I
Encased in our
Ochre, terracotta hearts
Always held this delight,
A joyfully mad thing:
A breakaway plan to lurch into play
When we've finally careened into
Our other half-orange

Well then!
Cue ‘The Flower Duet'
Because
I, I,
Cannot get enough of
My half-orange
Since,
Since I stopped expecting her

Wow!
To be twain
Yet a completed citrus
Gives a sparkly, tingling feeling
A flamboyant study in 'Orange'
And why recoil and not do this?
This is our chance to be alive
And dancing
In aplomb thrill of it all

The western sky is now fully orange
Uncertain if it's ever to diminish
Its resplendence
A vanishing Sigh, it does lessen

Though I confess
At the last held note of
‘Bach's First Cello Suite'
At the ebb of another day
How delightsome to see her
As she lay now
Just about to sleep

It has been a good day
And now I'll perhaps dream of our little
Half-orange citrus…
Ours…