Watermelon
she is the reddest of watermelon.
the kind you sink your teeth into
and wonder how something could taste so sweet
the kind that drips down your chin
and leaves its sent on your shirt
the kind where you don't really mind how messy it is
or how long it'll take to clean up
the kind that everyone wants
and cannot find when summer comes...
the kind that you crave on your tongue
and on your fingers
and on your lips
and on the back of your hand
they are the reddest of watermelon.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
