The season has finally arrived
for the fruit of the gods.
My whole body comes alive,
even through my quads,
when I first slice through the skin
the smell circling up to my nose
and the sweet juice dribbles down my chin
as the bite of mango, sweet as a rose,
satisfies my craving
that this fruit has inspired.
And I can't help but sing
for this wonderful moment that has transpired.