Poetry

Cashew #4

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