POMEGRANATE FLESH
ask those
who grow old-
some fruits are nicer
when they're riper.
you don't stop
the clock
on the one who chose
you to hold-
her pomegranate
is still your sonnet
of sepia feelings and flesh,
sensuously sweet and fresh.
although the mirror never lies,
it shows the beauty that lives
as it dies
and gives
it's own reflection
of your perfection
to me
then and now,
each memory
taken
by the lenses
somehow,
preserved
by your words
and curves
in my senses.
our dance,
that thrilled
in it's intricate
tango on the floor,
is still filled
with time intimate
romance
and more-
talking rubicon of reason,
in layer, upon layer of season
so sedimentary
since you entered me-
and i consumed
your silky mesh
of pink perfumed
pomegranate flesh.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 2012. From his book Pomegranate Flesh. All Rights Reserved.
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40 Poems From POMEGRANATE FLESH by Strider Marcus Jones
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