Mango - Poem by RIC BASTASA

in my youth
i did not wait for ripe mangoes
what we experience
is that
they are better eaten raw
makes our tongues twist
and want for more
makes our eyes limp
and want for more
makes our tongues salivate
wanting for more

more of raw life, green hopes,
powerful stains that
mark our puberty pangs
sour memories that make us
want life more
garnished with salt and soy
and shrimp
that makes us ask for more
raw life, slices of salivations
no incantations
pouting lips, grinning teeth.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 10, 2010

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