Flirtation---By Rita Dove

After all, there's no need to say anything at first. An orange, peeled and quartered, flares like a tulip on a Wedgewood plate anything can happen. Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs and night strewn salt across the sky. My heart is humming a tune I haven't heard in years! Quiet's cool flesh- let's sniff and eat it. There are ways to make of the moment a topiary so the pleasure's in walking through.