Summer Nights

a poem

Photo by HOTCHICKSING on Unsplash

Sticky sweet mangos
Wait on the table
So ripe you can smell them
A summer night treat

When the sun starts setting
And our bellies are full
We’ll make room
For our favorite fruit

I pick the sweetest one
And let you carve it
So it won’t slip out
Of my clumsy hands

Quickly we devour
The delicious fruit
Juice dripping
From our lips

Picking the hair
Out of our teeth
You hold the slippery bone
To get every last bit of flesh

Response to the Day 27 prompt of Summer of Spilled Words II.