Tangerine Queen

Evan J. Cook

 

On toes stretching towards the heavens,

The hospitable dryad hands me her artifact.

I grasp the sphere of soft marigold,

Peeling away the smooth skin,

I dig my teeth into the soft, succulent flesh

Like a rabid dog feasting on its latest game.

An overwhelming rush of citrus wages war on my taste buds,

Drops of tangy liquid slither down my chin.

But I do not care.

I am reunited with my sweet Tangerine Queen.