Watermelon is the summer of my childhood

Watermelon is the sweet wet juice dribbling down a dirty little chin

Watermelon

Watermelons unite throughout the world
disgusting messy weapons, when hurled
Green and thick skinned, armed with surprise
splattered

Watermelon is . . .

. . . the tongue in summer's grin—
a gibbous-moon punchbowl
of debutante gin.

Watermelon is . . .

a

Watermelon

See my thick green skin that covers my pink flesh, don't
let me be over ripe or I will be a mesh.
What I mean by

Sweet nectar bursts and bubbles
Down my face.

Tasty flesh dances on my taste buds,
excusing the bitterness of the seed.

Now