Ode to a Watermelon
Oh watermelon, you large berry, you queen of swollen roundness
I dream of you sometimes,
From seed: tendrils spreading, coiled lover’s embrace.
I watch you, grow
From tight, hungry, thirsting pip.
I sense you
How bold you are. A Tiger’s kill. A feast.
I lick my lips
As you honey-drip. Your nectar stream. Slow ruby river.
I see you.
Sharp blade. Bent back. Seed spreading.
And remember you
You gorgeous shamble.You messy stain.
Oh watermelon, you’ve left your mark
You wild, wide girl