A Feasting of Mango
When you eat mango
Take your time like we do it in Jamaica
Don't tear it, slice it, bite it
As if you were at war with it.
Come April, May and June
Pile your bucket, sit under the moon
Take the mango golden smooth
It is a lover kindled by your touch
Caress its flesh, melt its softness
Feel the juice beneath the skin
Bring it your lips, soft like a kiss
Nibble on the nipple, let the bliss
Of lingering sharpen the edge
Of teeth. Let her leak honey
Pull tongue hard until the skin yields
Down to the seed
Down to the core my passion peels.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2012
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