Oh, Pomegranate!

an ode to a fruit

By Randy BakerPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Will your flesh make me righteous

if I give in to your temptations?

Will I be damned, as Eve,

succumbing to the forbidden?

What is hidden beneath your skin?

The key to wisdom

fathomed only by Solomon?

The doorway to holiness itself?

Red and succulent,

I want to feel your juices

run over my chin,

down my throat,

heedless to damnation,

to the promises foretold

by great men of old.

What do I care of legend or prophesy?

You are the fruit of paradise, they say,

and it is this I choose to believe,

as I hold you in anticipation of

your sweetness spilling into me.

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[Author's Note: This poem was first published in the chapbook, Beyond the Horizon: Journeys in Poetry and Prose, 2010]

Poet, author, essayist.

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