Mea Melone -

She knows the moon tastes like cantaloupe, that shadows are just cold rinds of light. She'll offer you seeds from her wild heart’s harvest — plant them at midnight, they’ll grow by first light.

So if you find her, don’t ask for more than a slice of her stillness, a taste of her now. She’ll fade like a fruit bowl ghost in the morning — but you’ll taste her sweetness, you won’t ask how. mea melone

Mea Melone, oh ripest of creatures, green on the outside, gold at the core. She’ll teach you the sugar that hides in small sorrows, and why watermelons dream of the shore. She knows the moon tastes like cantaloupe, that