After Kale and Garlic, Persimmons Taste Like You

(a sonnet)  
   
While you were gone to trade your bucks for stars,    
And I was making breakfast for myself,    
That kale and garlic recipe of ours,    
I saw the Fuyus orange upon the shelf.  
    
I sliced them long, all center-spoked and round,    
In half again and fanned them on the plate.    
The greens sang earth with tastes of Fall abound,    
Paired with ripe flesh, a flavor sweet… but wait!?    
 
Like tongue upon your silken lipped delight,    
With fingers delving softly in between,    
Encouraging a spring of milky white,    
I savor, drinking deep and licking clean.    
 
It’s odd a fruit such lusciousness recall,    
Still odder, we get out of bed at all.