Pomegranate Rain

Pomegranate storms rage in shadowed past;

Sheets tossed and stained in reddest desire.

Two pomegranate seeds planted deeply,

Between hungry lips, there for the taking.

A sweetened voice whispers from the darkness

Breaking each strand of life my heart still has.

A sweetened voice crying from deepest depths

Of a passion long since buried and done.

Pomegranate rain falls from moisten lips,

Never to be tasted that way again.

A pomegranate dream escapes my mind,

Memory to haunt me to my last days.

A picture frayed in black and faded white

A final memory tossed to the flames.

A picture stained, pomegranate crimson

The one I can’t lose, as the fire blazes.