onion, part 2

I am an onion
brown skin outside
somewhat brittle
to the touch
a shield
protecting
soft white
flesh

peel me
and underneath the
skin
you find
translucent layers
wrapped
closer and closer
around the softest core
full of
milk- white juices

cut deep
and they start
running
weeping my very essence
ready for you

to lap them up
and taste the stinging sweetness of
my soul