“Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.”
-Pauline Albanese
You had the taste of lust
written across your lips
it was there etched into your eyes
Pomegranate shaped orbs
that made me
crave to pick that seed up
and watch the liquid spill
I will return to you
six months a year darling
A pillage of snow
shall greet us
and we will be
liberated
Éloa 
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