Oranges for You


(Excerpt)

Fingers stained orange from the tang and split of skin, / tongue tart with juice, a pleasure that's almost sore-- / There is nothing that nature and I could not give; / I am your tree, body of succulence in / Spring, heavy, and fruiting from every pore.

 

Click here for complete poem.

 

“Oranges for You” (detail)
Hand thrown Vessels, MDF Shelves, Vinyl Text, Acrylic & Latex on Wall
approx 7’ square, 2005