Pomegranite Love
the arms that used to feel so safe,
now leave me lonely
they used to protect,
and now leave me wondering
what else they protect
we could make it,
we only need to try
but trying is for those
with energy.
the tired need not apply
I love you with a pomegranite kiss
bitter and so sweet
innocent and exotic
hard to crack open
harder to stop eating
even while spitting seeds
always wanting to suck
one more sweet taste
we are different,
and so alike.
so alone and timid
insecure and angry
ready to jump down the ass
of any opposers
ready to hurt before being hurt
dump rather than dumped
and still I remember that night
which to me seemed true
both stripped of all pretense
open and full
loving and loved
it still hurts
and you were so yourself
the inner,
the hiding,
but we hid nothing that night
I still cry over it.
can’t we go back to that?
can’t we see that was the truth,
not a mountain,
but the molehill,
that’s where I’m ready to be.
so answer me in love,
not in fear,
can’t we try this?
can’t we go there?
--May15, 2003 SC
