My darling Clementine

I spent five minutes carefully seeding a clementine, so I could savor it while I read. The first section tasted like some kind of strange perfume, tart, heady, and bright. I then proceeded to stuff the rest of it into my mouth all at once. I nearly choked on juice and sheer amusement of twisted tangeriney-orangy fibers.

There's a sense, inside of a rush, which is savoring.