Pomegranate

A love poem

I find you everywhere Pieces placed strategically in faces and angles that edge at your image. It tugs at me.

You are not uncommon I find joy in that, in the bounce of your walk as I wear it approaching home and the color of your hair, replicated on a hundred other heads.

I have never been one to find value in uniqueness. Give me multiples rather than one prime number. I’ll pattern you shadowed against a wall and find chaos hidden, a Physicists secret desire.

I would ask you a question for a question, but how can I now? You’re scattered everywhere. A scent in a science lab Or the ubiquitous black clothing on a college campus.

I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. A property of matter is it's You-ness. Everything’s bound together by the strong force, weak force, and a tendency towards different colored eyes.

Now if only I understood you, I would understand the world. One is more complicated than the other, so I look to the simpler.

The way leaves bounce like a dress when you dance. the reflection at the glass, poised against a sudden drop. When I’m studying for days unheard from, you know what I’m looking for.

I’m trying to create a story, the way I always do. And I’m looking for the parts. Be a part of my story.

Be the moment between gathering flowers and being carried underground. I’ll be a beast, only beautiful at night, with lamp oil spilled on my skin. I’ll offer you a pomegranate. and nine months out of the year you can live in the rain.

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