ode to a dragonfruit

dear dragonfruit,

you look

amazing.

i want to wear you, or paint you.

so zingy, so jazzy, so vibrant

you are.

such texture, such contrast.

such suess-ness.

next to sliced kiwi, you would be stunning.

you look like a hammock

hung between palm trees.

a warm ocean breeze.

flowers in my hair.

but, alas,

you are not what i expected.

not at all.

you are downright bland,

and even wikipedia says so.

you are a contradiction.

an oxymoron.

you look so sweet.

you seem so tropical.

but you taste 

like a succulent, tender

potato.

i will not eat you, dragonfruit.

nor will i turn you into a fancy blended drink.

but i just might slice you open

and feast with my eyes.

♥