Limón Homage by JoAnn Balingit

Limón, with the nipple we love,
your scent helps me believe you
were the first fruit in the world

that Eve running hid you as she
stole you out of Eden terrified
of losing every fragrance in the world

why should Alexander call you his
Persian apple as if someone made you marry
the fruit of knowledge of the world

Ai Limón, your name in my mouth
on my tongue and tongues of all
the drinkers of tea in the world

orphan of Hispaniola, dueña of our gums,
oyster antiseptic, tell me Limón where
have you not sailed in this world?

smiling refugee, perfect immigrant
intimate the way you twist
and tenderize the world