Mangoes On The Beach Poem by Kewayne Wadley

There's something about
Sitting on the beach eating a mango.
Biting a crescent into the sunset
A splash of mango with a touch
Of orange juice poured straight from the sun.
The sound of calm ocean and the grain
Of sand beneath you.
This should be me, this should be you
Obsessed in lingering flavor.
No longer deprived of where footprints
Can't be left.
My lips drown in the taste of mango
The syrup the muse of my relaxation
A bit of grit from the sand,
Not a napkin nor towel in sight.
Each bite a vacation all in its own,
The flesh of the mango firm & plump.
A trail of juice left to run
Against the side of my mouth.
The press of tight lips kissed
By its sweetness.
To be sitting on the beach eating a mango
The sound of calm ocean and the grain
Of sand beneath you
In lingering flavor