Love Recipe For A Starless Summer Evening


A slice of ripe mango
dipped in honey, a dash of cinnamon
on the terrace a starless summer evening
backs warmed by the afternoon heat trapped in the walls
jasmines spill from the creeper
the night queen invites lovers
to drown in her thick nectar
he says your breast are like mangoes
don’t give me that
have been hearing this since the Sangam poets  
he draws in his cigarette and breathes out
eyes on me
the breath of mint lozenges and tobacco smoke
do what breast-like mangoes don’t.

Big Tent Poetry

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10 thoughts on “Love Recipe For A Starless Summer Evening

  1. I loved the sensuality of your poem, but was wowed by the last four lines. I knew a man like that…his smell, cigs and all, and one look was all it took. The best. Youi brought back a great memory, obviously! Thanks.

  2. Hi Uma, I love the scene you’ve created here; the scent of jasmine, mango and cinnamon – overpowered by mint and tobacco.

  3. Nice, Uma!

    the breath of mint lozenges and tobacco smoke
    do what breast-like mangoes don’t.

    I like the overt rejection of the cliche’d similes of sensuality.

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