If Love was a Melon

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If love was whole it would be round and firm like a melon.~~~~~~
Cool and strong, it would be sweet as syrup but only if truly ripe: and it would sparkle 

in its juiciness. Ripe as a melon is passionate fruit. It gives to a touch, but not too 

much, and warm as well, sky green on its withering vine softly laid on powdery dirt. 

Damp, dark chocolate soil, 60% cocoa, first breeds life into the seed. Softening the dry 

teardrop. Following come pushing roots like fingers and next leaves reaching up, deep 

green with lightly hairy stems unfolding. They grow, now revealing soft pollen-yellow 

blossoms. Afterwards leaves enlarge. Together they produce, and then they wither, 

losing their deep hues to let the melon come to be in a hoed row under the Sonoma 

sun.
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