Mango

MANGO 

At the sink with mango

cupped. Knife slices through

the sun, fibres sever, part

and drip. The jungle in my palm,

sweet hot December scent,

sticky juices

trickling over naked skin.

 

Through the window clouds

brew black

the sky is bruised,

all blue fallen to

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