Orange

Your idea of an orange

is an amazing thing

all sweetness and light

My laziness

and my unwillingness

to work for some reward

mocks me as I

bite into

those millions of

tiny wet sacks encased within

sunshine bursts into my

awaiting mouth

I am desperate as a baby 

bird

waiting for

prechewed nourishment

my hunger seemingly insatiable

How could I not

want to move

through the thick

fragrant peel

despising the pith and

zest under my nails

even an odd drop of juice

trickling, tickling down my palm

and onto my wrist

the mess before

the explosion of goodness

What else awaits?

Help me to push 

through to the goodness.