Jennifer MacPherson

Mangoes and Honey

Let their bodies roll and kick,
slide against each other, twin minks
sucking each other’s fur.
They are lying on torn rags, clothes
they discarded when their fire began its howl.
Her mouth puckers. How sweetly
she commands, “Fuck me. Give me
your torch, your silky hammer,
all of your love-sap,” And he
answers her, calls her “Bitch” and “Blossom,”
says her skin is smooth as mango.

Let the man scream when he comes,.
Let the woman pant under a yolk- mooned sky
beads of sweat like globes of honey
dropped by errant bees. It’s steamy-hot,
the woman moaning and all those sweet
winged things flying in circles,
dizzy and full. Paths of honey
trace between her breasts. The man
is a bear snuffling for sweets.
All, all are here.

First Published by Monkey’s Fist