with pomegranate stained lips, we sit in silence

her lips
tasted of pomegranate
lush
with dripping juice
yet slightly bitter
like the falling
autumn breeze
blowing
along the nape
of my neck

i pictured her
as a girl
with dirty feet
scuffed up knees
playing
on the rocks
as the pomegranates
hung fat
on the branches
above

now
her lips are stained
deep crimson
as she looks at me
with eyes
full of hunger
her shapely legs
stretched
across my laps as i
mindlessly rub her toes

in my mind
i can only hope
that she becomes
trapped
like persephone
as a shining light
in my eternal darkness
for i am hades
my heart
belongs to her

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