Sunday, August 15, 2010

A Lorn Melon

A lorn melon


Planted
A creeping yellowing warmth
The Sun

Mother
Tendrils pulling, tips explode
I Grow

The bud
Unswollen promise of full
Sweet Girl

The rat
Tearing furrows of my flesh
I Weep

Am found
Peered into, decided, done.
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  1. Justin and ChelleAugust 15, 2010 at 11:32 AM

    Now, I sleep with one eye open. You have really frightened me with your melon lorn.

    Forever your (you creep),
    Chelle

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