Just one more. No

fruit at the moment the skin breaks.
That little pssst of oil from citrus peel.
Juice running over fingers.
Sweetness immediately followed by acidity.
And underneath, warmth and flesh.
 
Just One More
 
Because it contains appetite without specifying appetite for what.
One more orange.
One more kiss.
One more glass.
One more night.
One more ridiculous idea.
 
"you should probably stop now"
"No"!!!
 
Permission.
This painting does not seem ashamed of wanting things.
It isn't asking whether pleasure is sensible.
It isn't trying to transcend the body.
It is saying:
I have a body. Look what the bloody thing can do.