One of many things I love this time of year,
pomegranates magically appear
Leathery thick skinned, red
Cut into it - looks like it bled!
Hands dyed with the bleeding juice,
juice of love that can seduce
Break it open. Walled clustered nuggets tumble out,
fall onto the counter rolling about
Luscious intoxicating ruby gems
that so inspired me to write this poem
A mouthful of exploding fruity marbles
hide tiny bitter seeds that draw the jowls
Worth the addictive nectar that stains my lips,
the scarlet liquid that from my mouth drips
Would that I could grow the tree
that bears this fruit that so pleases me
~Copyright D.Cashwell~
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