For you my love
A green roof is prepared for us
Of foliage thick, lush and tender
No walls to encage, or shut us tight
Just imaginary rooms ‘tween the mango trees
To set us wild, to set us free
And bathe in the sweet scented breeze.
Here is our world, just you and me
To bring alive what we believe
Play our games, call each other names
Drown in our songs and melodies
In this little heaven under the mango trees.
Bite into one, ripe and round
Lick the nectar trickling down
Let your tongue swirl about
Let your soul scream and shout
Feel the golden flesh body
Come partake a bite of me
Come meld under the mango trees.
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