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.