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Hymn to Dark Fruit

I.
�
what must it be like �
for your ripe meat �
to fall between �
thumb and �
finger
�
to pluck you straight �
from the tree where �
juice runs sweet
�
II.
�
your apple �
is overturned, �
love�
�
Eve only ever
loved men �
�
III.
�
I think of you �
in Persephone�s garden
laden in pomegranates
�
imagining you �
at your most beautiful
�
every morning, red jewels
escape from your thighs
�
IV.
�
if there is ever a time�
�
ever a time without �
the plucking of seeds
�
carve me �
out of your flesh
with a nimble knife �
�
let me die
with your taste
in my mouth
�
my life
�
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