A Fruitful Fruit

The smell of cantaloupe is enticing Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture It beckons me to it with an unworldly call The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin As I hold the fruit it embraces me, How sweet! How kind it is! I sympathize and crave it! A plant that is living and purring Communicates to us with undecipherable Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses But, I’m hungry; so hungry! Tearing apart it’s flesh It’s now a part of me; broken down to a Molecular level.