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.