Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Sweet On You

She spreads the thick
balmy sky on her lips.
Lets the antsy of him
dance there like light
off a vase.

She does things like
melt sugar cane
in her navel.

Let her palms crush
grapes into libation.

Collects a montage
of mangoes, passion
fruit and cassava
between her breasts.

Spreads her back
like a tablecloth
over a crippled
palm tree resting
on the ground.

She believes
her purpose
is to taste
of all the sweet
things the earth
hides underneath
its tongue.

To be the ultimate
indulgence of men.

Never considered
being sweet
on herself.

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