Desiring Pomegranate

one sunny day
when i was old enough
to recognize pomegranate tree from other trees
i reach and picked one

i touched it
touched it with both hands
mesmerized by
deep reddish skin
the shape of its nipple
the firmness
the softness
the roundness

softly and firmly
i squeezed it
i squeezed it
slowly and patiently
till it began to soften
seeds moving and moving
and juice flowing inward
shaking and trembling in my hands

then came the movement

i kissed it deep
my teeth penetrated inward
uniting with seeds
flowing in red juice
slowly i sucked in
the rays of sun moved in my mouth
surrounding my tongue
sinking in my throat
and saturating my body with ecstasy
AK 1996