revolution in mango

i knew full well
the ramifications of the act
such weight carried in the simplest
of market baskets

it was so deliberate
i sought out the intended fruit
long before it was ready to be eaten

my psyche enjoyed knowing it was there
waiting
for the perfect moment
to allow the taste to grace our tongues

as the days passed
i sharpened my knife
chose a lovely china pattern
upon which to lay it all open

thursday morning
found the perfect softness
red absolution
fading to a knowing green

inside
wetness
sunrise colored flesh

there is no graceful way
to eat a mango
it must be enjoyed sloppily
impossible to not get messy
sticky sweet
leaving mouths and hands
in need of a wash

just like the person you are finally willing to share it with

this day my palate
unable to commit before
ate a mango
with someone i love