The first bite of watermelon
brings back the crash of the tides
waves of sweet, cold sea foam
spraying onto gleaming skin
patted dry by sunny hours
sitting on the shoreline
The second bite is the breeze that washes over
golden faces under the sunset
laughter launching into the waves
like fireworks, each melody echoed back against
the darkening sky while
sandy droplets speckle towels and cloth,
toadstool spots on bright fabric
The shine of the lights, stars, and
the glittering eyes,
sweep over the beach
as the taste of the watermelon
fades away
Posted in response to the challenge Watermelon.
Comments
This is so beautiful. I love how you made each stanza a bite of watermelon, and how it ends without a period, not a true ending, for nothing ever is, with, fades away. Excellent!!
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