Clementine

it was a perfect clementine

tense beneath the teeth and then

a cool burst of bright, tart, sweet

a golden rivulet at the mouth corners

i handed you a wedge and said

“take this, eat,” for it was my body

and your beautiful teeth scraped its skin,

while I waited for them to bite.

i always finish perfect ones too fast

but you, a savorer, a savior, make them last