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