Andalusia

Throw me, cast me, discard to the streets. Obeisant I'll be, and I'll be off.

Slowly, achy, leaden, languid and pleased, but hungry and she will be raw.

Andalusia splayed enticingly before me.

Andalusia donning almond trees picked of fruit, bare of fruit.

Throw me, roll me an orange unpeeled. Impress on me, pulpy round.

For me only, this succulency, this pleasure, and these tired towns

of Andalusia sprawling slovenly before me.

Andalusia paws imploringly, shall I do? Yes, I'll do.

The longest love but a lifetime can keep, and she sour tastes, though what else would I do?

Andalusia splayed enticingly before me.

Andalusia donning orange trees picked of fruit, bare of fruit.