Passionate Fruit

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

I sat down to this juicy fruit
A watermelon kewl and new
I plunged in with my tongue just so
And found myself in between the rows

I sought for the sweetness it withheld
And licked around the mounds that swelled
I came finally to the rind
And suck a bit on the luscious behind

And as I pluck out that seed
I knew I was the connoisseur you need
For me, this passionate fruit held within its bend
Softness, moisture, a taste I am sure you comprehend

Because this passionate fruit was you my friend
The End