Pomegranate
By Malti Jones
Careful
You lift her
fertile weight
delicate
in your palm
Your fingers trace
her smooth skin
youthfully pallid
untouched
under scarlet rouge
Sun ripened
her thick hide is
unweathered
lustrous in its
naked form
She sounds hollow
so you tear
her open
just to
make sure
She smells acrid
her curving belly
unfolded exposes
red jewels glistening
in her womb
Hungrily
you taste her
bitter juice and wonder
if she tastes as sweet now
as you imagined
she would.
