De-caffeinated #1
There is a little breathless flower
That blooms at night in my garden.
Radiant under the moon
I can’t take my eyes away.
When morning comes,
I see the petals, withered in half blossom.
There is a little mango tree in my heart,
Hung under the weight of fruit
that glistens in the morning dew.
My mouth betrays my hunger.
When noon comes,
I see the worms.
The fruit ripened before maturity.