salesman

a salesman arrived at my door
with a crate of oranges

when i saw his smile
his gentle spirit
i could not help
but open the door.

in one hand
he held an orange
in the other
he held a knife.

he asked me
if i would like
a piece of this
fresh florida fruit.

he took the knife
and cut that
bitter skin
into a bursting
swirling
piece of peel
and i felt him
take me clockwise
round and round
in his hands.

the fruit
was so sweet
i bought a crate
and only when
he walked away
did i realize
i was naked
and dripping.