Melons Poem by G. Newton V. Chance

Water, cooling water, sweeter centre,
Earth's core of molten sugar,
Pink pulp with oozing lava of life,
In its cool ambivalence never quite
Deciding between watery and sweet;
Melon, milk of Earth's bosom,
My voluptuous fruit of the valiant vine,
Turgid nipples oozing cooling juices,
I will hold you to my breast and never
Let you fall lest you shatter into pulp
And pieces of my heart or juicy dreams
Of buxom bosoms and melons larger,
With more water and molten sugar,
And rounder than Earth or moon.

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