Mango Season

by Ayanna

A love
Sneak up on me like
mango season.
Hot sun, dry mouth
then yellow-red flash through leaves of green.
First one mango; two
three mango; four
And as sun rise higher,
and breeze blow sweeter,
colours overrun green leaves
till mango juice run like water
and glisten parted lips, yellow greedy fingers
stain dresses, widen smiles
and bring feelings warm and sweet
like mango essence.

Is just so, like mango season
this love turn my head.
Fall hard like when dou douce fall
on hot sun galvanize roof.
Leave my soul high and smiling,
My heart mad bull kite flying,
Body ripe to bursting.

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