Pomegranate
Hold her stare and promise you won’t be disappointed to find
That everyone holds secrets like mothers hold their children.
It’s a way we have with our words and we are angry when
Someone discovers our secret and takes it as their own.
Oh, how easy it is to be tangled in a writer’s web!
For it is here we weave our secrets like bright bulletins.
The more you pull the silver strings, the more our lives
Unravel before you, naked and cold, forced from the
Comfort of ink spattered pages.
Yesterday the stars glittered within the mass of people.
She plucked one and then
She pinched the ruby between her two fingers and
Watched the pigment run down her pale stems.
If you were to take her hand, I again promise you that
You won’t be disappointed to find you alone are her secret.
(Note, the format from the site this was original posted at is different than here. For original see:
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