Dysgeusia

"What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?” George Eliot

A grapefruit plucked
Gracefully landing 
In the palms of my hand

Leather flesh 
A bitter mess

Rather

     Falling from behind
     Citrus pooling in the rind

     And as it is peeled
     The juice trails down 
     Hand to elbow

     Drippings catching wind
     Before fully skinned

Unnatural 

     To rise as the credits roll
     Like the grapefruit on the knoll

     To sleep without an alarm
     Wake to the birds’ song
     From a sweet, sweet dream

     To taste a flesh that reflects
     All organic aspects

Rather

A forbidden fruit
Another forbidden fruit

With a jarring taste 
Plus unpleasant sounds
That all seems to resign to 

A hand-picked composure
Gives a familiar tasting citrus-closure. 

     Is it okay to take a bite?