1
though rusty taste
common to blood,
profuse sweating and trembling heart,
sultry days long passed now.
I remember when I planted a seed,
to be a blood orange tree.
I loved the scent of that citrus foliage,
the shiny golden rind,
smells like a sunny morning In roman Sicily
when mature.
I buried the seed in earth,
watered it carefully,
then forget about it.
2
Some train of blazing flesh
come across my sight.
a smite of a tantalizing
feminine aroma.
a myth of immortal youth
I was tethered to chase.
those vivid organs
colored with hope and desire,
chained to the red taste
of a furtive glance.
3
I was not a farmer,
I will never be.
keen and humble,
like a cool breeze
in a balmy March afternoons ,
hail the gladding blades
of the bounteous harvest,
so faithful to the prophecy of the grape.
the ancient parlance of rain,
glimmering in every gleaming stone.
4
blood was red,
built in burning red
not in the green
sap of wisdom and pain.
it could be wine,
or liquid fire ,
running aimlessly.
as an anathema.
with nothing to do
but to devour
more blood orange.
the fleshy form
of boundedness.
5
that seed I remembered now
could it have been turned to ash,
eaten by earthworms,
or consumed by decay.
or would it have managed to grow
verdant and mature ,
pompous with pale green
curled leaves.
opted for senescent odors.
who could know?
birds?
Roving the untouched skies
above us…
or the voracious worm of lethe
underneath every memory?
6
what’s about..
the color of my blood?
Is it still frightening red?
treading the gory steps
of this grievous life ?
where Cerberus barking
is muted by doubtful theories and dissonant music,
of every day life?
Is it as claret in taste and color..
as that red wine from Bordeaux?
with fearsome reputation?.
7
Citrus trees, fragrant patrons
Of winter,
guarded by Hesperides,
daughters of Night and Ocean.
with a 100-headed serpent
named Ladon.
Lemons, mandarins and blood oranges
meet together in a basket
in the gourmet kitchen .
cuddling each other
botanical intimacy is not far from this
sensual fruits.
once offered as a wedding gift
to Goddess Hera.
wife of Zeus
the Zeus of blood oranges .
