Ode to the Mango

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
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