| Mango |
| Head bowed over a granite patterned counter In a kind of supplication maybe even prayer Held with fascination and desperate hunger A piece of nature from half a world away Oval tangerine orange fruit Nice square teeth bit in starving for a taste Sweet tart juice dripping from sides of lips Mouth devouring wanting more and more It was exotic and familiar wet, rare The knife cut away all but the center All sustenance taken away Ardent mouth panting for breath Wanting another bite while licking sticky skin |