A Poem by Jennifer C


I scrub the orange residue out from beneath my fingernails

From the crests of cuticles

Because its fun to be kissed in the dark

And I am left with myself and the pulp of the moment

He is gone by now

Where he’d been an obstacle before;

The stubborn rind I had to peel

To get to the juicy fibers I really craved.

© Jennifer Chaussee


*It is your responsibility to understand copyright law.

© 2011 Jennifer C

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You used the metaphor well. The He now pealed is without a rid. Scary. and exciting. And all citrus-y. sweet.

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Added on December 13, 2011
Last Updated on December 14, 2011
Tags: kissing, sex, pith


Jennifer C
Jennifer C

Sacramento, CA

I am a poet and non-fiction writer. **All my work is copyrighted. It is your responsibility to understand copyright laws but just as a quick tutorial, they exist as a formality to protect the br.. more..

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