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Pomegranate Kiss

You like these red orbs
Ancient, Biblical fruits
Filled with edible, dark rubies
Sweet juice trailing down your mouth
Your lips stained like some queen
Fabled ruler of an exotic land
On a royal barge under stately palms
Your perfumed spices filling my head
Of long ago

And my teeth crunching seeds
As you laugh casting your light
Deep down into the dark hole
Of my desire
As I reach out and pull you
Like your king
Onto my mouth and taste
Your tongue that speaks
To me in the old ways
In words of our ancestors

© Copyright, 08/04/00, Dave Denmead.

Zoe

Your essence was captured
In a trade eons ago
By primitive campfires
Where your ancestors were tamed
For a taste of charred bone
Hungry eyes staring
From night’s black edge
A hand casually tossing
Some refuse to you
And you followed them
Into the rugged hills
Helping make the kills
for more rewards.

In comfort now you lay
Soft blankets and food bowls
Crunching kibble and milk bone
And chew toys for fun,
Complete surrender of your ways
Roll on your belly by command,
I am pack master…

You live now in a sure world
Of jerky and Frisbee
No longer tasting blood
And a furry neck in your mouth
Civilized and misfit
Under my control
You sleep dreaming
Paws twitching, chasing
Your lost wildness
As you run over grass
Leaping to catch my throw
And you become a killer
A make believe shredder
Furious shaking of your prey
Its plastic captured in your mouth
And you are free again
For a moment
Waiting for my call.

© Copyright, 08/13/03, Dave Denmead.

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