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Merry Mango

Who could love

The Bruised Mango at the bottom of the produce pile?

The one with the saggy fingernail indentation ---

Your skin,

Redyellowandgreen kissing each other

FLESH

Scrupulous eyes dismiss you

After fondling your body and tossing you aside as

Too Hard and Juiceless to tantalize,

Images of chin-dripping ecstasy'�

You show your bruises proudly,

Warding off those who don't know

Bruises are the sweetest part

Now you have ripened,

Soft and Fleshy.

The Others

Don't know that the aged ones are ripe for undressing

Bearing the golden pulp

Fibrous

Lubing your lips, a sticky reminder of

Pleasures past'�

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Comment by: sporvirus - 2008-08-06 13:02

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Perfect for the week. There are mangos on every produce market corner here in San Francisco.
Metaphor is how I see the world. It is all connected.
Mango is one such fruit of comparison to us, our lives, our periods of ripeness, and others of waiting.
I particularly enjoy how you walk the tightrope of being sensual in your imagery but not to the point of gratuitous eroticism, that, though exciting to read, somehow is relegated to the topical,
There is depth here, with the suggestion of bruises and what hides out of sight, under that skin.
Nice work!
Spor