Oh, ecstasy of taste!
The sublime succulent
honey sweetness of
your sun kissed flesh
melts in my mouth,
while your fluid essence
drips down my chin,
fingers, and hands.
I’ve watched you for days,
noting the color changes
of your skin:
from hues of green
to yellows, golds, and then
faint pink maiden’s blush
takes on deeper embarrassed
shades of red,
while your hard interior
begins to yield to soft caresses.
Then, I know it is time.
You are mine to take
when I see the first fruit fly
explore and inhale
your fruity aroma.
© Diane Harner, 2013
Mangga gedong gincu Photo by W. A. Djatmiko on Wikimedia Commons |
2 comments:
Goodness, all the sensuality of a DH Lawrence poem but more delightful!
Thank goodness I have a mango ready to eat here! :) Delicious poem!
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