I love the eagerness for something new, eating the first one over the sink —and then the time to move on…seems like a nod to the brilliance of seasons! Big hug besutiful writer!
I had never heard of a pomelo before this. Now id like to try. Your brief affair sounds as intense, lustfull and cathartic as the best flings tend to be. Making a note to someday use: "he felt as empty and unwanted as a half eaten pomelo discarded at the back of the fridge for two weeks too long."
I love the eagerness for something new, eating the first one over the sink —and then the time to move on…seems like a nod to the brilliance of seasons! Big hug besutiful writer!
Ah, Sandra. Thank you so much. A big hug back to you.
Fun read!
What a wonderful poem and all the barely restrained sexiness.
Thanks.
I had never heard of a pomelo before this. Now id like to try. Your brief affair sounds as intense, lustfull and cathartic as the best flings tend to be. Making a note to someday use: "he felt as empty and unwanted as a half eaten pomelo discarded at the back of the fridge for two weeks too long."
Use it!
Mmmmmm. I haven’t tried one. But now I feel like I have. And I want to. And I love what you’ve done here! X
They are delicious but only in the winter when they’re in season. I’ll have to ship one over to you in England.
Or if you need me to come visit to try one 🤣
Food poetry. I could read it all day!
Me too!