O Salamander
(A Dream)
O ripe delicious Salamander
Thou beast-fruit
Thou art mine!
O moving morsel
Dangling sun-blessed on a tree
Perching there so sweetly
How I love thee!
Climbing high, the picker’s hand
Snatches forth to capture
The living fruit?
Greater than the others
Greater than the apple, pear or grape is he,
My Salamander.
O walking melon!
Sit still now in my palm
Thou smiling fruit,
Thou art mine!
I slice thy ripe skin cunningly
And cut by cut I love thee
I suck thy simple life
The nectar from thy bloated belly
O tasty Salamander!
Noblest of all tree-babies
I live for thee, my urchin fruit
My melon Salamander.
Copyright © Garth von Buchholz | Year Posted 2016
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