Feasting

 

1. Mango

Manisha drips it down her pointed chin, careless
as she laughs at my plight. Unable to pick up the phone with
nails and palms dripping with sweet juices. I let it
go — he will doubtless call again — let him wonder, and
oh! I would like to lick her clean.

 

2. Rice

Rain patters against the bamboo walls, and
I raise my head, hear its thrumming, then bend again,
creating patterns of rice grains along her thighs;
every one to be nibbled with my little mouse teeth.

 

3. Chilies

Can you taste the oil on your lips?
‘Hot’ doesn’t begin to describe it;
it will engulf you, this flame. Her spicy
lips beneath yours, her legs over your shoulders…
Inside her you discover island secrets, enigmas,
excesses — and you dive down, endlessly
searching for the flaming pearl in the cool blue ocean.

 

4. Feast

Friends should share their meals —
each mouthful shared between two mouths —
and if I discover in the curve of her breast
sweetly delectable skin, so savory… please,
taste the other breast, and say how they compare…

 

*****

M.A. Mohanraj
March 18, 1999