I hide you in my fridge, Mango
I do not want to share you with anyone else
I want you all to myself
You are so juicy, so sweet, so creamy
The color of pure gold
Be mine, Mango
Mango
Mango
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misha
On my way home I spy your yellow beauty as I bike past.
One will not do so an entire box is purchased.
Balanced on my handlebars I gently guide them home
I don't drop a single one.
On my front porch I sit with a small knife.
Scoring the skin in four it peels off so easily.
The first bite and the fruit falls apart into my mouth and over my chin.
Sticky fingers and sticky lips and so many mangoes to go.
A friend comes to share and then we're b...
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Remorse is a sour apple
Painful love is a plum
When feeling bite-your-breast alive, mango.