I hold this temporary sweetness in my mouth
a small wedge lopped off the mother melon
still tethered to the grove
watermelon is a social fruit
with many heads to a single spine
watermelon is a social fruit
I press its meat into your waterbed mouth
in your eyes I see the tool shed on fire
we won't need the spades the anvil
heavy as a blue whale's heart
you kiss me and the fruit look
like swollen bodies in a chain gang
you kiss me so deep I might never leave
the fields I've been leashed to
our bodies chafe a blue flame
we're not here to dismantle anything
we've come to burn the big house down