sliding hand through first to make a space
as i push through the pomegranate seeds
hands caress the tight plump fruit
the juice absorbing into my pours
and i sweating it’s juice, we becoming one
as the same, alkaline is not acid
the negative not the whole
looking out as i am the seed
hoping to grow someday
not fearing the path that lays ahead
as one partakes in my fruit
by the parting of the skin
oozing as i get bruised
seeping into you and through
one groans with the essence’s
slipping down their chin, with a big grin
squirts for you or on you for added enjoyment
could send shrills of new pleasure
as unknown to man
sent from the flood
as redeeming the fruit