Pomegranate slippers,
Ruby red prisms of tart taste and seedy style,
Squish juice prints on kitchen tiles.
Sleeping seeds snuggle
In darkness of fruit grooves.
With a resounding crack
Light pours on rows of ruby red
And squishy brown beds.
Seeds get ready for school,
Tumbling into the glass jar;
Accidentally making a juice stain,
A seed blushes red.
Pomegranate seeds burst
As his teeth pulverize the fruit.
Spritzing his tongue with acidic juice,
Distorted seeds swirl in his saliva.
Dedicated to Nicky