Digging my fingers into the sunset hued peel,
a singular spit of juice arcs toward my eye;
I instantly pinch my eyes shut
as I feel the tiny cold splat hit right above
my right eyebrow.
Undaunted, I continue the quest
and tear into the tightly affixed rind.
Finger tips begin to sting as the acid
flesh pierces and injects my skin through
Why didn’t I use the peeler or a knife?
Instead I wrestle and tug at that dang peel
and it almost punctures me as much as
I do it. Finally the last of it gives way
and I delight in sampling the first, succulent juiciness
even as some dribbles down to my elbow.
Today Victoria is our hostess at dVerse Poets and “implores” us to use verbs to liven up our writing. http://dversepoets.com/2014/01/16/banish-boredom-rx-verbs/#respond