Pomegranate
The orangey smoothness of your
peel, into the reddish-pink seedling
with succulent juice inside.
The sweetness in its taste
piece by piece, nibbling
on the texture of you,
craving every inch
from each seedling to the next.
Peeling the skin to find
the glowing
of your touch caressing
the perfumed
fragrance of you.
And my fingers dig
in and out to find them—
spreading the redness to consume.
And I am left
in the juicy aroma of you.