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Pomegranate

I am broken open and spread
A juicy pomegranate to be bled
Into hungry mouths I’m fed
Running over lips in
Long narrow drips,
My fruity liquid slips
Like a ruby red wine.
The curvature of my spine
Bends with the design
Of the palm of your hand
While the moon resides on your ceiling and
Glow-stick-stars stare down firsthand
Ravenous eyes seem to understand
All that was once despised
By ripe pulp and soft thighs
Has been suddenly apprised
Hopefully you will handle the sin
Pulsing from my seeds within
Playing upon your heart like a violin
Written by starlight-silence
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