By: Jay Sutton
Words roll off your pomegranate lips
But I’m not listening.
The sound of your speech
Sends grapefruit chills through my body.
The lullaby notes that fly into the air
Make me drunk from your honey.
Sweet and sour.
I don’t need you.
All you’ll do
Is feed me bleached sugar
Then drag your acid across my tongue
And leave me bleeding
Until all I am
Is a sour-faced orange.
Your body will become a tempting apple
While your heart will stay a lemon.
You’ll drag me under with your citrus scent
And leave my lips puckered.
Art Piece by Anna Maria