Riddles with Fruits

1
Naranjita, I strip away your
navel-blush veneer of zest and peel;
your pithy heart falls apart,
yields to me a citrus kiss.

2
Sunday afternoon's best savoured
like a ripened fruit, halved, scored,
turned inside-out into an exquisite,
aromatic sun.

3
Unswallowed, it catches halfway down
his throat, pomaceous core,
like a capybara dissolving
in the serpent's insidious maw.

4
Bear grenadine from Solomon's garden,
arils pressed, fermented into wine,
and cupped in goblets sweet
like my lover's breasts.

5
Sliced along its latitudes, this
flightless world ellipses into
translucent green, sunbursts from its
center into seed.

6
Do I dare to taste your sweetness,
singing each to each, afar,
only to find your heart`s core
clenched and clingstone hard?

7
Baskets full from an afternoon
of picking, we sat by the wild bushes
and, by the handful, fed each other
bursts of syrupy sky.

8
Hot as chili, sour like lime,
fish sauce salty, sugarpalm sweet,
refreshing as mak hoong -
love's Thai salad of contradiction.

9
Night falls, your soul's desert
blooms in white. Blossoms of fruit,
pulp of arid salvation, blood-red and
crowned with thorns.