Mango Porn

I dream of smooth, green, lizard skin
Tinged with a ripening flush ...

At night I touch your firm golden flesh with wondering fingers,
breathe your seductive sweet scent
till I awake and am disappointed.

I catch myself watching for you as I pass places you might be
Supermarket, fruiterer, market stall

I walk past and back and back again
in an agony of anticipation, yearning.
I imagine calling in, casually, and asking for you

I have pictures culled from magazines
I paste them on my wall.
In the secrecy of my room I dwell on them

I browse for recipes, download them, store them
in a special folder, locked with a password known only to me
then read them over and over, re-creating in my head
murmuring my mango passion in
a sorbet of obsession.