Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

The rain pours onto the pavement like sardines  
an ache for something sweet kept me restless 
I throw on a raincoat and hop into the machine  
To find myself at the doors of Mango Mango breathless 

I order the usual, mango coconut sticky rice with ice cream  
Time slowed to a standstill as I waited, impatient fingers drumming 
It arrives, tastebuds sweating, I grab a fork eager to taste moonbeams 
Subtle pandan sticky rice, juice mangos, a dash of cold vanilla, humming  

Coating my entire mouth, succulent, as my brain light up in green  
Duchene smile unfolds into crinkled silkworm under eyes, teasing   
Brings me back to a house by the sea, sand shimmering pristine  
Sharing cut mangos drenched in cream, our lips colliding, pleasing  
 
I fold the napkin in two, fingers hover over creasing  
Before I wipe my lips of our happy wonderland