A Pomegranate

your gentle lips-

pink tips, tracing the withering sky

we lay under it, hills rolling

your teeth sinking into them

a pomegranate-

it's seeds juicy, tender

red pips spat out of your mouth

the lull of dusk sets in

bats streak across apricot

a greying cloud-

i'm suddenly aware of it's vast expanse

trapped under earth's rubble

hands fumbling the porcelain remains

a beauty-

too great for me to bear

the storm brews closer

the pomegranate buried in the grass

tiny ants find it's remains

a debris-

they crawl up the body, into the scalp

cavities chewed within my mind

hold on now, into this blackening night