sweet enough?

sweet enough?

scraping 

the rind dry,

everything I had

I gave you;

pomegranate seeds

wedging beneath

my gritty nails--

love, yours truly.

good 

for a moment,

this blood-flesh-bone

donation--

watching you

peel open the gristle, 

a red-white picnic.

 

I never found out

how it tasted--

loved, 

yours truly.

my mind fuzzy, 

adrift--

tucked somewhere

beneath your tongue

as it worked 

up and down, 

as you chewed

and chewed 

and chewed.

funny

how I didn't notice, 

later,

when you left. 

only thought

with abrupt wonder

looking at the husk:

where is 

the pomegranate?

when am I getting

it back?