By c. e. palmer (cepalmer@gol.com)
Date: 7 February 1999

Forbidden Juice

I ate the mango last night.

It sang a song of rain 
and I danced in sticky abandon to the 
ranting rhythms of its pulp.

Your heart beat in the drip
as I squeezed the final life
from its flesh.

Gorging on the forbidden,

I hold you aloof.
Dishonest in my attempt to bring you close,
I shield you from the darknight of me

as I lick the would be juice of you
from between my fingers.