Tender Tangerine, you
- are roughly in between -
a supple texture and a denser, porous thing,
you're
cool as autumn in
my palm, your
skin is lip-balm smooth, like
baby cheeks and iPhone screens, you're
a weighted ball - so small - of water...
avoirdupois you are, un-altered (if)
I somehow can resist
your carapace - so crisp -
and do not intervene.
*
Pretty, vivid thing,
Oh -
charming Tangerine,
a bit of summer color (you do bring) to my
{{winter}}, as
I observe the orangeness of your hue.
You look so lovely in my kitchen
and against my olive skin (as I)
admire the bright fire you are given, and
that you stream into my room.
Darling Tangerine,
you look just like an orange's younger cousin, or
her son...
you may be filled with liquid, but
you are an apparition | a true vision of the sun...
(just before it sets) -
you are a perfect orb of daylight at its best,
set...
divinely in the crevice of my hand;
oh, the admiration you demand -
gorgeous Tangerine,
you sure are a joyous, rounded thing -
(if I don't devour you, of course), *if*
I do not intervene.
*
Silent Tangerine,
you
do not say a thing, but
if I listen closely, I
can almost hear my body sing, (as)
your soundless essence sweetly brings
{{the promise of}} nutrition.
And if I cup my ear,
(I swear that I)
can almost hear the words you whispered to
the clearness of the brisk and rigid air
when you were merely
coming to fruition, just
for me...
(on your winter tree)...
and now, somehow, you speak to me, for
I am hungry (and) so keen
that deep inside me rings a jingling
tambourine -
calling out to you and begging
to convene;
Oh,
quiet Tangerine...
you'll stay a silent, muted thing
(but only if I don't consume you, *if*)
I do not intervene.
*
Fragrant Tangerine,
your scent is truly like
a dream,
so much so, they bottle you into the finest
potions and perfumes.
Your scent is *magic*, it's
emotion...
a time machine that brings me back (to when)
I was just a child (by)
the ocean...
[[they say that scent is the most powerful]]
sense, --and yours--
is slightly flowerful, with
{{with weightlessness}} and notes of
zest,
and light,
and freshness interwoven...
and if the sea could be a fruit (somehow)
I think it's you it would have chosen;
{{crisp and bright}}, with hints of green...
an aroma (with a notion) of
the spring...
and as I peel you open,
waves of joy and happiness
you bring
(to my olfactory organs), and
I can't help but intervene -
I break your skin and
my whole mouth is watering;
all your architecture, I...
[[have altered]];
I peel down all your fleshy armor, and
inhale the fragrant water of
your plushy, little toes... (wrapped up just like)
a single, budded rose...
every part of you,
just for me and so exposed -
into a star... oh -
into a star you have transposed -
all your little wedges pulled apart...
and my senses come together [[intertwined]]
a work of art,
as your presence and your essence fill
my mind and heart with dreams...
(just like my words here are now)
dancing, wandering -
(no longer staying strictly tied)
to descriptions of your scent...I'm
reminiscing of the times (together)
we have spent;
and as my palette becomes wetter, my
core (to you), it sings -
a song of hunger, festering...
and Oh, Tangerine,
there is a special name just for your fragrance, it
{{is citrus}}; and
my thoughts of you are full of richness, and
I'm struck by the exquisite nature of your scent...
(and I can't help it, I repent)
I feel that I...
I feel that I must intervene.
*
Delicious Tangerine,
sweet you are --like honey-- as
your nectar runs right down
my chin my neck my hands [[and stains]]
my jeans;
yet slightly tart with --with darts--
that stun me, as
my tastebuds rocket off into
abyss that's tasted, (yet)
unseen.
Drip, drip, drip (you drizzle)
down my lips and fingertips...
exploding in my mouth (I feel)
I'm overtaken with pure bliss.
Tangerine, Tangerine,
I embrace you with my tongue (and all)
my famished senses scream;
deep within my temple, I
can feel I'm re-assembled, as
you level all
the streams within me that
once bounced upon a rocking trampoline;
sugary [you are]
like confection (almost) candy...
though refreshing, cooling, soothing
-natural- (nothing) {{fancy}}.
Oh, Tangerine...
if a fruit could be supreme (I think)
that would be just what
you are...
velveteen that bursts against
my teeth and mouth's small arc...
[[sensory epistle]]
orangesicle dream...
Oh, delicious Tangerine
I could not resist you, I
could not help but intervene.
*
-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
***
Author's note: This poem was written for the Sensational Challenge. :)
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Comments (25)
Hi Gc ~ Your stories are always relateable to me. As I fight off the Squirrels and other critters taking bites from our Tangerine-Tree. I know you are working on many projects. When you have a moment may I introduce you to my Brother featured in my reach-back "Twins"....you may relate. j.in.l.a.
Gorgeous! Your descriptions are so gripping and vivid. This poem absolutely nailed the challenge. My senses were engaged! 😍🧡
Wow, this was wonderful and so sweet! I found myself singing it as I read. A beautiful tribute to a very deserving little treat. I have one in my fridge so I'm off to enjoy as I read again. Great work, Gina! Your poetry is magical.
An endearing ode indeed! That was a joy to read!
Brilliant 🌹❤️
Amazing piece❤️
This was gorgeous. I’m convinced you can craft a beautiful poem about anything. Well done!
Very nicely written. I'm seeing vivid sunny orange hues as I read this.
Gina, this is fabulous! Your words just dripped like sweet nectar. Nicely done, my friend!
We cannot have our tangerine and eat it too...
I love "plushy little toes" - the best way to describe those segments 😁 My friends little lad used to LOVE tangerines. She'd separate it into segments for him and put them n his tray and he'd hoover them all up in seconds! 😁
Woe. That was fantastic. And now I want one. Excellent work, my friend.
Lovely, absolutely fabulous!!!💖💖💕
Goodness that was like breathing. So natural, the formatting is as much of a work of art as the words. I also need a tangerine now. Really well done.
Summer, winter. Fire, stream. Sun, liquid. Light, ocean. Honey, jeans. Instead of focusing on the senses you were highlighting and describing with such beautiful vocabulary, my brain focuses on the theme of fire & water, and red & blue 😅 I cannot stop myself once I've started eating tangerines and your poem was sooooo relatable and extremely beautifully written!
Are there any who can help but intervene when it comes to the lovely, the sensuous, the singular tangerine?
An absolute work of art. Well done!
Everything you write is so beautiful, but this is especially close to my heart because my five year old loves tangerines or as she calls them baby oranges and every line of this poem reminded me of her eating them and made me smile. Thank you for this gift Gina
Ohhh what an absolute work of art! You should win 🏅
That's a great poem. Dissecting this short moment in time from touching to eating the tangerine, and using the 5 senses to describe the experience.. really well done! I love tangerines as well.. but maybe not as much as you 🤣
Omg I gotta run to the store. I didn’t think I needed a tangerine but I sure do now!! ❤️👏❤️
This was magical!! And I cannot resist the scent of citrus. I love oranges and lemons and limes, but rarely get tangerines. Now I'll have to. How you come up with these gorgeous magical works of art, I've no idea. Fabulous!!
WOW!!!!!! This was supercute & so creative! I absolutely loved it! Very well done!😁
Very clever, and exquisite. Your hard word on this is obvious and such a delicious treat to our imaginations
A beyond sweet luscious poem. Literally. Expect a protest from the Tangerines All Matter Society (TAMS) 🥰😎😂