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
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
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
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