40 Poems From POMEGRANATE FLESH by Strider Marcus Jones

POMEGRANATE FLESH - Poem by Strider Marcus Jones

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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