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...