The Orange

The fragrance of a freshly peeled orange bursting in my nostrils.  The oils lingering on my fingers.  Taunting me.  Waking me.  Pleading that I take notice.  I notice.  I do.  I notice that there is more to you then just chew, chew, swallow.  I'm aware of your texture, your coolness, the sound of your peel being gently pulled away, the weight of you in my hand, your bright color.  This isn't about forbidden fruits.  It's about awareness.  Reprogramming.  Appreciation.  Longing for a taste knowing that one day, it will be the sweetest morsel that has ever crossed my lips.  Waiting.  Wishing.  Dreaming.  Savoring one small bite at a time.  Nourishing and Nurturing pulp, thank you for filling up my senses today.