Banana Love

From the tree, we both grow,
pointed in different directions.

Banana tree, supple in the wind
perfect brown spots, silk yellow skin.

From the tree, we both grow,
inching closer, my lips entwined
in yours.

Green until ripe.
Although there are plenty,
it’s you I adore.

Poised in different directions,
how you’ve grown, thick in width.
The sun, a smiling face, spreads
warmth, the same warmth
I long to give.

Banana tree, supple in the wind,
the bend of my body pointed toward yours.

Green until ripe.
Ripe with affection, ripe with purpose.
I can’t live without you, there is no
substitute.

Involuntary to the dangers of being eaten,
pointed in different directions,
our taste thick, ripe in survival.

If someone plucks and eats one of us,
I hope that it’s me.

I can’t live without you.
Pointed in different directions,
I won’t see it, you won’t see it.

I can’t live without you.
It’s you that I adore.