Ode to the Grapefruit

Ode to the Grapefruit

Liz Cornelius

You beckoned me tonight

and woke me from my slumber.

Though I resisted, you promised satisfaction

that could not be equalled by sleep.

Quietly, so as not to wake my bed-mate (Chester),

I tip-toed to the kitchen for our rendezvous.

I began cautiously enough

With a bowl and a knife and a napkin.

Alas, at the taste of your lush meat

I lost all reserve.

And so, there I was in my bliss

Napkin forgotten; juice running down my chin and chest.

When I was caught red handed.

There stood Chester with accusation in his eyes.

Guiltily I returned to my bedroom

But not to my rest.

For there is one grapefruit left

And I know tomorrow temptation

Will best my will again.