hell's melons!

You're a whole cool
watermelon ripe
for the knife 
as I sit
by the hottest lake 
of fire in hell! So, I know 
you'll be sweet, so
cold like plums 
from the icebox I stole 
just to land here, well 

I can contemplate 
carving a slice 
all day, but 
there are no

knives down here.
OK.  
Which

is just 
and good 

since, I'd never 
poke through so 
big ripe & beautiful 
melon-like you

we are both 
too cool 

for this baking 
shore. But with you 
here, I'd sit for a spell  

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