B is for Blood Red Sucker Fruit

Took this blade and cut this heart.

To share.

Two equal parts.

Blood Red Orange... dripping.

I suck fast.

You suck.

You, filled with all.

Me, left with a memory soon distant, swirling on my tongue.

Silly I was.

I should've made a pate.

Two hearts. One blender. Lightly seasoned.

Save some for later.

For memory sake.

For the cold days when we would wonder

WHAT. Brought us together. In the first place.

Heart grounded.

Instead of a bright red sucker fruit.

Tracy j H

11/07/2012