The first caress was under water
- a testing of firmness
beneath a cool colourless flow.

The second was a touch much bolder
- a teasing squeeze
before I used my lips

The bite was heaven.

In an instant
there was sand between
my toes and sun rays were playing
a game of dare with my eyes...
“open up, open up...”

I couldn’t

        for the juice
shaping my cheeks
would no longer be
a tropical breeze
and the skin rubbing my hungry lips
would lose
the mystery of the dark.

The paradise of a mango
        can only be experienced
                with the eyes closed.