In you,
colors of sunset
envelope juice so succulent
sugar and honey blush.
And sticky rivers of laughter
trickle from fingers to elbows
as strands of delicious memories
stick between my teeth.
For in you,
I still taste our childhood joy
perched high in grandma’s tree
so busy searching for the ripest, sweetest prize
that we rarely managed to make it
past the front yard and into the house
for weekly afternoon tea.
Ravi, Singapore (circa 1985)
i really need some mangoes now.
keep up the rhyming, Karina – love it.
you know, where “rhyming” means “writing poetry.”
Oooooooh nice. I feel the same way about mangoes but couldn’t quite say it so beautifully!