Mango Tango
it might as
well be my birthday
as i hold nature’s gift in my hand
i pause to caress it before i indulge
its form shapely its skin fresh and smooth
there’s nothing like it to ignite all my senses
i gently cut into the skin and each time is a joy
as the fruit reveals its rich deep amber color
and its lush ripeness oozes with juices
a delectable feast for my eyes
that smells absolutely
divine
the mango belongs on a pedestal because
i swoon with delight
when
this
fruit
touches my lips
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on November 22, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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