On the wrapper it says:
“Blame the Juicy Goodness!”
Peel the paper back to reveal something fresh
Dig your nail into the rind and rip
Reveal the moist flesh
That your nails shred...
Citrus rains in every direction
Arching through the air the fish leaps
Showering Drops of Jupiter
To hang on Florida branches
Falling from trees to land...
Smooth and polished
Buried in the sand
Inspiring the chanting of children,
“Sally sells sea shell at the sea shore...”
Carried away with the waves in a vessel of tinted glass
Weathered. Pink shaded parchment expresses timeless words of love
A blush transforms her face,
Staining her pale skin with remembrance
The sun sinking slowly on the horizon,
Painting the sky one summers eve...
It all comes down to a promise of flesh
With fingers entwined


 
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