On my front yard
Is a mango tree, which becomes
Like a constellation at night
No stars here though, just nature’s bulbs
And a mango, you learn
Has a big seed and forms a near
Kidney shaped fruit. Pealing a mango is like
Pealing passion off a woman
You have succulence dripping against
Your mouth and taste inculcating
On your tender tongue.
And the ripened yellow pulp
Cruises you through flavor
Until the last bite ends and you
Feel the mouth yearning for more.
A divine truth comes to you;
– When you have the mango sutra
Who needs sex ?