Monday, July 25, 2005

Dale from mole asked me to post this one. Given the temperatures here in Portland, it seemed like a good idea.


You crack me deep,
Wide open, like a watermelon
Cleaved one end to the other, revealing
Summer red flesh,
Sweet and juicy.
No longer protected under hard green rind
I yield up my secrets,
Black and seeded,
And you
Eat me all, not caring, not bothering to spit
Into the wind, onto the sidewalk
But take it all inside you,
Easy bites, savoring
Slowly, all that I give.

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