Pomegranate

I cut open her clothing

She is draped below me, silk hanging off of her chest like blood

Red rivers running down a mountain side, waiting for you to take a small sip of relief

I am eager, but I fear one wrong move and I’d pour out her soul

Finally, the drapes reveal the Goddess

Her skin is unspun silk and I am the spinner

She is perfect, God could not have created her

She has turned me into a sinner

I fear her fragility might cause this moment to end

Her skin bruises beneath me

Tears roll from the clouds of her eyes

But I am hungry, I am too eager to succumb to her pain

I dive into her red body, taking handfuls of her life into my mouth

I see the ruby syrup pool around my hands but,I cannot help myself

Guilt fills my brain as gluttony pools into my stomach replacing the acid

Digesting her soul with all of my sin

My fingertips grow cold as she gives me the last of her presence

My belly engorged with her beauty, I am finally satisfied

She is so beautiful even after I have taken her soul

She is my pomegranate decomposed in the ground