Watermelon

Day Six

The bed broke. And

- being short of wood -

I carved one from the flesh

of many watermelons.

The forgiving medium

- a wet kinda velvet -

made me a king, and

- being not short of melons -

I dreamt of a swim

in a cool, crimson lake.

I drool in my sleep

and awake with a splash - 

refreshed, polka-dotted, 

with many melon-pips.