rind tears softly
my piercing fingernail,
lying stripped, so
fleshly, sinful to eat.
Like swallowing a thick,
ripe womb for fertilized
ova, section by section.
My tangelo and I tango
sweet juice on the tongue.
Eating the unborn progeny
of plants, I think
of raw food aficionados,
their lust.
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