[poem] open on sundays

grapefruit red streaks bleeding down my fingertips
i’d open a pomegranate for you my dear, dig chipped nails into granular pieces
how else to express my love
except to peel it away to make you stay longer, for me or for you? longer,
tear the soft grape skin and expose it sunkissed in rubbery rawness, plump and puffy
won’t you stay for a kiss? He said,
lean in if you have a moment to spare, of enlightenment but i don’t want you there
or anywhere, the needle-tip-miniscule figs seeds dotting the walls, slice it up and serve it
flesh and luscious, gossamer threads curl in your mouth and tear it apart with your tongue
i’ll sell this away with discounts if desired
dust away the ‘closed on sundays sign’
just to make you stay for a minute longer