Sonnets to Orpheus I: II. Dance the Orange Songtext
von Ying Huang, Perspectives Ensemble, Roger Nierenberg

Wait!
That tastes cold!
But already it′s gone
A few notes of music
A tapping
A faint hum
You curse
So warm and so silent
There's the taste of the fruit you have known
It′s the orange Who can forget it?
Drawing itself out, it struggles through the gift, its own sweetness
You have possessed it
Deliciously, it has converted to you
Then the orange, a sunny red skin
Lifting it from you, now left to shine in the breeze of its homeland
A glow pill away, scent after scent, create your
Kinship with the super, gently reluctant rind
And the juice that kisses with succulent joy