I Never Did Eat the Mango
You handed me a mango
and asked me to dance.
It was New Year’s Eve
I was wearing a new dress
with a drink in one hand
your mango-gift in the other.
You told me you were driving home
from the beach that afternoon
how you'd stopped at a fruit stand
on the side of the road
discovered this perfect mango
and thought of me.
Such a sensual thing, a mango,
perfect heart,
breast of all the fruits.
We danced for hours to Latin music
and I realized I no longer loved you
I no longer anticipated your lips
or your body brushing against mine.
Close to midnight we sat on the love seat
and you asked for my resolutions.
I remember a long silence before I answered,
I don’t think I’m going to do this anymore.
This is something I wrote several years ago. There is something about it that I have always loved. Maybe it's the title (which is an autobiographical truth...I never did eat the literal mango) or maybe it's the resolution, the point when you realize that a relationship is no longer good and it's time to let it go. Either way, I hope you like it.
I've decided to share one of my own poem's each week this month. I haven't yet decided which ones they will be and I'm rather curious to see what I'm going to find as I sift through the archives.
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