watermelon p o e m. by Shelly Butcher

Watermelon Grace

Crack open the green womb
juicy red fertility within
freckled by black seed.

Touch the velvet surface
Feel it ooze beneath
the pressure of eager fingertips.

Smell the faint odors
of sugar cane and pollen
of hot summer sun.

Bite the soft fruit
hear the crunchy chatter
of teeth on flesh.

Slurp sweet red blood
runs down mouth
fingers
neck.

Lick the last sticky dew drops
breathe summer breeze
Remember
how sweet, how cool.

- Shelly Butcher

(circa 1996)

Shelly's wit, words & wisdom can be found at her own blog, An Open Cupboard & examiner.com & within the Wellfed Network.

As a reminder, while I'm buried alive by opening a restaurant in NYC, there's an open call for guest authoring on eggbeater! email me directly if you've got something...

Comments

[Shelly]

Oh my, I'm blushing. Thank you, Shuna :).