Watermelons
so juicy, so sweet
I always loved them
So big they slip
from my hands,
smother my face
I don't mind if
they love it
and do it with love
I am never tired of
grabbing them, cooling
my face against them
Playing with them
Rolling before eating them
Sucking their sweet juice
I love their heart
always red, like red
red rose, my sweetheart.
So soothing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The image of watermelons come to mind on reading your poem, juicy and sweet and a thirst quencher in the summer heat. Wonderfully crafted 10
Thanks for stopping by. But reading allegorically.....