See the yellow crescent moon there
High on top of the banana tree
Swollen promise of ripe unpeeling,
Reaching to be taken, sensuously
Hear temptation, soft, seductive
Calling out in siren's melody
Outshadowing all lesser songs, and
Whispering intentions purposely
Brush your lips to moisten dryness
As you reach your fingers to its skin
Aluring curves of wanton treasure
Offered as its promised gift within
See the dancing crescent flame there
Teasing your horizons with its fire?
What would you not risk to fill the
Deepest cravings of your wild desire?
[2008]
(for my Top Banana)
