Sinful Cravings

Pomegranate on the bough,
Plump, red and hot in the sun;
Seeds full of flavor, crimson
Blood-red hope instilled!
Arteries of pebbled skin
Between bulb-shaped seeds,
I desire the delicious core.
Cutting through the skin,
Cartilege-textured kernels;
I feel like a surgeon slicing
With a bone-saw, cracking
A skelenton-hard structure with
A velvet-soft epidermis.
Beet-red juice, tart
Dry, sweet juice.

I'm passionate about pomegranates.