Signs of Exclamation

Seeing a watermelon
was my introduction to the Grand
 
Handful, seaful or not at all –
I am only speculating when I say
how much I love you
 
Looking at a watermelon
I have no idea how deep its red fleshiness is 
where the countless meditative eyes
that garnish its inside are
 
But you insisted the earth can only be like an orange, round
you wouldn’t accept
it could also be like a watermelon
 
Forget all I said about love and speculation
 
My speculations are failure of my language
I need some signs of exclamation: 
carriers of ecstasy
polite translators of failures

SIGNS OF EXCLAMATION