Give and Take

The sticky juice finds it's way
out of the porous citrus colored flesh
and dribbles down my fingers
in tiny rivulets.
My nails sink in,
pull up,
ripping open the treasure chest to reveal
golden pockets underneath,
protected in soft white bedding.
Over,
and over,
I nimbly become acquainted with my tender provider.
At last the final lid comes off,
and I sink my teeth into the orange's simple gift.