Seized by the scent of sun on skin
I make the first cut, split the almost sphere.
The morning ritual slicing from the center
around each segment, skirting the circumference,
parting flesh from flesh. Blood perfect,
topped with a glace cherry
and served on blue china.
I want to cry out when she opens her gown
showing husks of missing breasts.
She was a stewardess before,
on the Queen Mary criss-crossing the Atlantic.
Now, she’s the kind lady on Ward 5
sharing grapefruit with a braided child
as winter sun breaks.
2 thoughts on “Red Blush”
Great work! Tons of colour and imagery.
Thanks so much for your positive comments.
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