Mango

I hold the fruit in my hands
A rich medley of golden yellows and deep reds
Speckled with emerald green
My own dinosaur egg

I bring the cold fruit to my mouth
My teeth piercing the skin

The juice dribbles down my chin

and trickles down my fingers

I peel away its soft shell
Gently uncovering luxury
My mouth waters in
anticipation of this delectable gift

The ripe meat is exposed
The color of sunshine
The aroma sweet and heavy
Like the land in which it grows

I take a bite of the ripe meat
It is soft and creamy on my tongue
Splendid golden goodness
melts in my mouth