Fruit

[pandorastoybox]

Tidy as I might
Some seed of grapefruit
Still defies me,
Hopeful as it is,
Skittling across these wooden floors.
Holding you in my hand,
With fingernail I split your shell
To touch your waxy innards.
How you might have grown,
Taller than I
And more beautiful,
Adorned with flowers
Luscious and sensuous,
Magnificently aromatic.
The sun will never caress
Your soft and supple petals.
I have disemboweled you,
Casting the delicate pieces away,
Tragedy too foreign, too delicious,
And I too morbid curious
To grant you a home,
For you to bear fruit.