Flowering Pomengranate
Hoarfrost lingering at the end of winter
Craving for warmth to chase the nightly breeze
Gazing onto the embers beneath your mask with hunger
Fingers tracing onto its obsidian edges
Every giggle setting glimmers of heat within
Longing for the flames beyond my reach
To peer directly onto the whole of you
Dispose of the false comfort brought by costumes
Shattering the façade, lying strewn across the floor
I can see your fear, flinching at the naked approach
Dreaming of caressing fingers cut onto your sharp exterior
And yet for all your edges kiss my skin you’ve never bitten past it










