Upon Your Leaving

[GoodRedRoad]

I was your orange.
You peeled me until I was raw and dug in your fingers and pulled me apart.
And I glowed for you;
I gave in when you put me to your lips.

You are my pool of wax.
I lowered myself into you and you encased me in warmth.
And my body burned,
but you covered my mouth and there wasn't a scream.

Well, our day will come,
when you've turned cold and there's no more of me left to taste.
But that isn't now.
And I don't want a crack so sudden and strong.

So maybe I'll rot from being only half-eaten.
And maybe you'll turn to stone with no one to set your flame.
And maybe it's better to find out through action,
but I swear I am selfish and don't want you to go.

[Debbie]

Hi GoodRedRoad..I found your poem quite tastful, I liked the parallel you used here..very interesting way of putting it...I enjoyed the read..

[Mellen12]

All of this was well said, in a very tasteful way

[GoodRedRoad]

thank you.
and i'm glad you found it tasteful. :)