O, Citrus,

crisp and bittersweet,
booster of our immunity,
font of Vitamin C,

how is it I’ve ignored you,
not adored you, until now?
Deliciously you spit

when I split you
open; lewd sprinkles
scent my fingers

as I pry you from your rind.
You colour sunset:
bright lemon halo;

sweet sui generis of orange;
ruby grapefruit, a concentrate
of fragrance.

And that famous green ray
that flares up sometimes,
a squirt of lime

adorning the Corona.