Poem
Mir Mahfuz Ali
The Last Apple in a Bowl of Fruit
The Last Apple in a Bowl of Fruit
The Last Apple in a Bowl of Fruit
Every time I come to the kitchenyou invite me to bite into you
and eat the pulp of your existence.
How do you feel when I arrange
other fruits delicately in this bowl,
belly to belly and skin to skin?
The vulgar readiness of bananas,
the papayas swollen with brief pink milk,
and mangoes ripe with imminent bursting.
My intention is to consume you
when I’m totally empty of tenderness
and my tongue is wickedly reckless.
I’ll let the waiting sudden juice
arrive slowly in my eager mouth
and onto my caressing hands.
I want to break open a new life
and discover your last impulses,
until I reach the seeds at your core.
© 2007, Mir Mahfuz Ali
Mir Mahfuz Ali
(Bangladesh, 1958)
Mir Mahfuz Ali was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh in 1958. He studied at Essex University and the City Literary Institute in London. He dances, acts and has worked as a male model and a tandoori chef. As a performer, he is renowned for his extraordinary voice – a rich, throaty whisper brought about by a Bangladeshi policeman trying to silence the singing of anthems during a public anti-war demonstra...
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The Last Apple in a Bowl of Fruit
Every time I come to the kitchenyou invite me to bite into you
and eat the pulp of your existence.
How do you feel when I arrange
other fruits delicately in this bowl,
belly to belly and skin to skin?
The vulgar readiness of bananas,
the papayas swollen with brief pink milk,
and mangoes ripe with imminent bursting.
My intention is to consume you
when I’m totally empty of tenderness
and my tongue is wickedly reckless.
I’ll let the waiting sudden juice
arrive slowly in my eager mouth
and onto my caressing hands.
I want to break open a new life
and discover your last impulses,
until I reach the seeds at your core.
The Last Apple in a Bowl of Fruit
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