ode to the cantaloupe

ode to the cantaloupe

pastel orange,

 

dull luminescence of lamplight

at twilight. bulbous moon, i split

 

your side as the fragrant musk

of melon assails my nostrils,

 

erotic and despotic,

each bite an infectious kiss,

 

plague devoid of deliverance

you strangle me

with vines of succulence

 

swallowing piece after piece,

unwilling to settle

until my spoon shovels down

 

to your green scalp.

 

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