A Water Melon's Truth 2

Roving back through the wild centuries, At both rust and ripeness time, To land blood-wet, with martyrs fed, A water melon still conceives What alone bears peace - a sweetheart, Storing Summer's blood, with its timber-scent... Each slice is meant for your lifetime sweet, Munch as you would grapes or savouring kisses. Her only hope: wish for nothing on earth, Save eternal be her internal love's season, So that every man wishes He were in her place. This is a variation on the poetry by Yoonoos Peerbocus on poemhunter-dot-com 'A Water Melon's Truth', copyright 2009.