in their shade than in
the cusp of a hand.
Possession reduces
miracles to memories
in no time.
Oh! my distant mango
on the tree, I would
rather leave you hanging
on the branch than
devour you at once.
May the child in me
remain throwing stones
at your branches-
never quite reaching,
never quite leaving.
May you forever linger
on my tongue,
than be fizzled from
my restless mouth.
I'd rather carry the taste
of you as a promise,
than the certainty
of an emptied seed.
For desire ripens best
where distance has
no utilitarian end.
Longing is the only forever
that doesn't come
with conditions.