Monday, October 17, 2011


I long to eat mangoes
Fruit flesh firm like mine
Golden hued and kissed
Under your urgent lips
With only a hint of sweet
Mulattoed blend
And picked cotton scented
Long lower limbs stretched
Into the edge of each row
Feeling the difference
Of a forced cohabitation
With old world and new
Free and freedom and fear
I can’t see that far
While I am awake
It is only in dreams
Twixt owl’s call and bat wings
That I can run through the wind
© NP 10/11

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