firm-fleshed
red pendulous breast
nipple
hardened into promise
in seed
curled green fetus
the cashew
hangs
longs for the sharp white teeth of girls
their tiny perfect tongues
licking its juice that
stains the white gowns
marks them with desire
as racing
nightdress sails
masted with slender sinewy
mahogany of limbs
lengthening into a future
perfect
they hurtle
toward the unfurl
in girl
