Forbidden

Stealing pomegranates from my lips
a mouthful
a swollen throat

Pulling, pulling
tart skin and seed,
juice between teeth
bleeding red worlds

Is this my pulse or yours?
Your pomegranate or mine?

In the great exchange of flesh and bone,
lips bow before hunger like forbidden fruit

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