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 Mar 18
Arianna
The pomegranate
Bleeds poems across my palm,
Seeds scatt'ring daydreams.
A haiku for a beautiful literary/artistic symbol of prosperity, fertility, and (for the Greeks) death.

In Art:

- Lorenzo Lippi: "Woman Holding a Mask, or The Allegory of Simulation" (1650)

- Dante Gabriel Rossetti: "Proserpine" (1874)

- William-Adolphe Bouguereau: "Girl with a Pomegranate" (1875)
 Mar 18
Arianna
I.

The rainbow erupts,
Spilling the decadence of Seasons
In colors and curves
Over crystalline cloth

Banquet hall turns to vineyard
Grapevines spiraling up the pillars

In the finest brush strokes
Of fingers teasing the air

Touching

Crushing

Sun-ripened flesh

Of rose-petal nails
Peeling through layers
Digging fossilized sediment
From beneath amber-painted faces:

Brushing the leaves from your brow,
I gaze into the Earth,
Feeling down the vines
To the roots of your tree.

Gently, peeling away the dead bark,
Biting your sunset-colored heart

Rising, filling, falling

Lapping at the nectar welling up
From your veins.



II.

Salt turns to sweetness
Where les fruits de la mer merge
With ceux de la terre:

Mango skins and dolphin fins,
Mermaid tails and lion shins
Tangle with emerald vines,

Somersaulting in the tides

Our forms brush
Between Land and Sea,

Our lines cross
'Twixt shadow-dappled waves
Where the murmuring forest°
Harbors cherry blossom glades
Behind nettle screens and nectarine trees.


My heart quickens,
Listening
As the breath swells into a roar
Reverberating from your core:

"How does the forest whisper?"

Wine runs red
From the pomegranates at my breast...


III.

Inhaling pear blossoms from your chest,
Fingers caper down your spine
Caressing sunflowers and blueberries,

Knees nestled
Among the lavender in your thighs.

Exploring the crevices of your roots,
Plucking wild grapes and olives
And avocados
From your hollows,
You ripple with Life
Flowing from below
The surface,
Feasting on your Essence
Butterflies kiss you with your sweetness:

"Do you not taste the Sunshine
coursing through you,

shivering in the warmth
of Turquoise?

I'm surprised
you never noticed
the flecks of Springtime
in your eyes...
"


IV.

Tearing figs from hips, I

C  R  U  S  H

Roses in my fists

Dripping perfume
Over your neck

My teeth become fangs

Ripping
every          
last  
            thorn


Out

Where they've pricked your skin,
Scattering ravished

P
                 E
                               T    
                   A
                           L
                              S

In the dark spaces
Between your ribs

Listening, listening...

Licking clovers and honey
Over your raspberry-scarred wrists.


V.

Seafoam champagne
Glistens in the trail of my tongue
Tracing rivers over the desert
Spilling its golden embrace
From the mystery of your smile

Wreathed in laurel, hazelnut, acorn, and ivy

Winding vines
Tighter and
Tighter

Borders vanish behind starry mists,
they slip...


Elemental perfection
Of Earth and Sea
Made gentle by moonlight:

"Enough, enough,
I am enough!
"

We drift
On the edge of two worlds;
No sound pierces
The rush of water and schism of land.

We tumble,
We drown,

Our colors bleed together...


VI.

... gushing brilliant bordeaux
Over the tattered tablecloth.

"Drink deeply, for the cup
Runneth over!
"

Starving muscles
Revive at the sensation
Of violet plums
Bursting with the sound of a kiss
Between blackberry-stained lips

Planting almonds and strawberries
On pollinating tongue-tips —

Quoth the Bee to the Hummingbird:

"Open your heart!"


Quoth She to He:

"I will unfold my wings
That you may kiss every inch of me...
"
A collaboration with Crown Shyness. :-) You can read Part I here:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3014184/banquet-i-sushi/

Haha, my segment trailed away into space, following no cohesive thread whatsoever, but perhaps you can imagine the words trickling down your chin like the juice of your favorite fruit.

° = ;-)
 Mar 17
Elena
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
 Mar 16
Jim Musics
It's hard to hold out for red raspberry jam making
These berries gladly temp me with their perfect color, mouth feel and taste
I can not wait for days to amass a peck or so to make up jam
I may accrue a few to mix with yogurt or vanilla ice cream
But that's as long as I care wait

I gently release each from its torus, one by one, taking them on my tongue
But my memory is long and true, I recall this perfectly for months
Perhaps someone with a bigger patch will make a jam I can have for winter
(I'm not a cricket or an ant)

Today there are so many berries
I kneel next to the patch
I can see the ripe ones better from here, looking up under the leaves
I eat every fifth one, saying your name with each taste
Summer Treat

— The End —