My bud has flowered and the fruit has grown ripe
Thick-skinned horned melon hanging heavy with sugar
You are walking in my woods
The woods of my ancestors which you may come to know but never feel in all their splendor
Without ears I hear the adventure in your voice, the rhythm of your feet amidst our roots, the frequent pauses of satisfied curiousity
Your presence grows as you near me
my jaunty peel blushes, a red dwarf
you lean on my trunk, surveying the forest and looking past me
But I must be in your hands!
Never have I stirred without the help of a breeze but...
Throwing every seed in your direction, two leaves did i manage to flicker
You looked up. and smiled
Deciding how best to retrieve your treasure. a pause
"Pluck Me! Pluck Me! Take me in your hands and devour me whole!"
Let me sustain you if but for a moment.
With feral grace you climbed through my boughs and shimmied further out on a limb than one ought. for me
Then i am yours and you are back on steady ground with my in your grasp
Turning me over and again with fumbling fingers
I don't think I am the fruit you are accustomed to
Each jostling puts me back in your hand and I soften more and more
Soon I am undone by your curiosity
Finished, there is only your grin and the juicy satisfaction I had been