To my young mother whom my thought conceived <br />And sultrily hatched, my heart she conceived: <br />I felt fostered in her luscious bosom <br />I lay and nestled in plushy peacock plume. <br /> <br />To my quaint mother jeweled on her chest <br />With breasts of burden and leisurely nipples: <br />You '...have nothing to prove..., ' 'nd ev'r owned yourself, <br />I love you, your furs - hairs 'n horns and thin skin. <br /> <br />To my piquant pomegranate eloped <br />For youthfulness, I'm weaned but long for warmth <br />...Your skin gilt with nettles, eye in bloodless glare. <br /> <br />To my pretty pomegranate eloped: <br />Be free as the wind, but smooth as sea breeze; <br />I feel not forsaken, I'll be born 'gain.<br /><br />Igwe Kalu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xi-pomegranate/
