Poetry Magazine
Jackfruit
My body is like a jackfruit swinging on a tree
My skin is rough, my pulp is thick
Dear prince, if you want me pierce me upon your stick
Don't squeeze, I'll ooze and stain your hands
Source: Poetry (April 2008).
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Relationships, Love, Desire
POET’S REGION Asia, East
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