linda-vigil

In the finality 
of my reality
you 
would never be a mistake

if i were a watermelon 
my shell would crack open 
so easily under your knife 
my juices would spread 
on the surface 
of what you laid me on 

my pink internal flesh 
made of pure water and sunshine 
would be 
destroyed 
explored 
devoured 
and enjoyed by your pink tongue 
…it would be 
the only flavor you’d ever want 
in the summertime

watermelon

intoxicated
by your lips or is it just 
the alcohols lust?