Just this morning I saw two parrots feed,
On a single mango – ripe and sweet,
Among the numerous of those hanging low –
Inciting me with their green colour and glow.
As the strong red beaks nibbled on the fruit –
Peeling off a velvety green jacket from its soft tissue,
Blue, Green plumes caressed it, chirping sweet nothings
As they tenderly relished its juicy flesh in the nude.
I vicariously savoured the sweet taste of the mango –
Lying wrapped in the aroma of it being relished in the nude,
As I watched the sensual parrots from my bedside window –
Making love to one in the bunch, reliably adoring that fruit.