A swarm of mango trees...

I see mango trees all around me,
the only fruit on the island.

Their colours seduce me.

This is the rainbow I wanted.
The one I asked my Mother for.
I thought She'd forgotten
but She was listening all along,
knitting it into Her quilt.


Teeth sink into orange flesh
and a million orgasms explode
in my mouth.


Sticky fingers.
Full belly.
Appeased tongue.


My hands   run over
the rough-smooth texture
of the oldest mango tree
as she bears
her last fruit.



© mango FReak.