The tang of orange peels lingers on my tongue,

But they are covered in chocolate and thus a bittersweet residue also resides.

I remember the smell that floats over the skin of mangoes

And the honeyed juices of plum colored memories gone by.

Pulpy dreams speak of swallowed seeds

And delectable slices of a past dissolved in dew.

Sugary apples of ambrosia blossom in the mind

And delicious delights gone by are renewed.