The Lime (Prompt: Fruit Poem)

Lime sits

in lemon’s shadow,

smaller, darker

maybe even a little unfriendly.

Rarely the centerpiece,

often,

an afterthought.

Usually relegated

to being sliced in half

and squeezed over

the star of the dinner show.

But then,

take a bite

and she sizzles with cool zing

makes the mouth water

and brings out something

exquisite,

hitherto unk—

ach –

I just drooled

onto my keyboard.