Pomegranate

I want to dig
a loving finger
into your gorgeous
red encasing
and peel
back the rind.

More gems here
than I imagined,
stacked in crimson
clusters and bursting
to be tasted. Disco ball
of jeweled revelations,

nectar, sweet
and tannic, drip down
my open throat,
each small seed
an understanding,
like I am tasting
secrets.

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