I take hold of it, <br />I disappear with it. <br /> <br />Bloodshot womb caviar snow, <br />A benevolent sender. <br /> <br />I ripple its small diamond <br />birthstones, fire-bombing <br />graceful grey. <br /> <br />It does not dare hide <br />Its throbbing emotion. <br /> <br />It wants to stain <br />my swimming pool lip. <br /> <br />Iris shaped <br />All red, all between us. <br /> <br />I verse its century face <br />Imagine era. <br /> <br />I verse its sex <br />Imagine woman. <br /> <br />I verse its superstition <br />Imagine empty. <br /> <br />And It remains <br />A benevolent sender.<br /><br />Greta Bellamacina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/benevolent-pomegranate/
