Watermelon sugar sweet pink
sweet sunny days and sticky fingers pink spitting the seeds
from our mouths pink sweet juice down our chins
pink tinkling our ivories
black seeds, piano keys
Mother summer bathing me in sun
-burn pink, sweaty, lusting after
pink girls in almost nothing
jumping, screaming, playing
nipples standing and saluting
through their bikini tops
cold from the water
That warm feeling of contentment
that all is all
right with the world
seeping through to my very bones baked just right
Comment:
this is my second poem, and while I feel i have grown, i still like it
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