Summer Love

I wait for your return, half-patiently, whole-heartedly
Know that your absence has, and will be irreplaceable.
Memories of hot and sweaty summers, wasted together
Of Sunday afternoons spent over park benches
With you and portions of ice cream, way too generous
Stir up in me a storm, a tempest of urgent desire.
I revel in thoughts of you, your glowing golden skin
Your sweet syrupy fragrance that takes hold over my senses.
I hallucinate,  of the touch of you against my lips
The bite and the nibbles, the tingle on my tongue
The soft lingering kisses, that knew only of indulgence.
You've been gone for three seasons, ten months, a thousand years
But these threads that you weave, have kept me hostage.
Now, finally that Spring is packing, I shall hold you
All at once, with my eager hands, uncover you.
You and me, me and you, down and dirty
Will spare no mess, have no regard for controversy
Nevermind the wreckage, for we'll be together- my mango and me.