Our first mango glowing brightly
Rests on the kitchen bench
And armed with a knife after he stands ,
In next to nothing
Cutting the plump flesh into
Eating delights.
Incisions made and the bright
Yellow pulp exposed in an
Intricate pattern
Ready for our waiting mouths
To suck in the luscious piquant
Moistness.
You don't hack unthinkingly into
These fruits.
No, you use the named code.
Codes that unlock all secrets
To everything from mango eating on a Monday
To dying perhaps on a nameless known day
With given instructions.
I ask him carefully
How do you perceive yourself?
He doesn't answer immediately
So he smiles and rubs his hands
He doesn't want to lose me
He coughs and says
If you really want to know,
(Where did he read that?)
He looks at me intently
BLIP
As I'm greedy to know everything
Aware of my critical stance
Over his thinning hair
I can see him thinking
As he loves our physical passion
I see myself as a biological blip
On the screen of a heartless creation
As I smile my instant approval.
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