| | The reality is.
I'd write down all my pomegranate dreams
but pomegranate seeds will drown a man
in decadence.
Simply fresh, lemon scented exuberance.
I make my case for lasting first impressions
and the effervescent last kiss
of temporary bliss.
Swallow your shade whole and un-
-aided by the slippery solution of sunshine
and rain.
Sometimes the darkness does dream
and maybe it's the split-level or the duplex
or simply the sheen of latex paint
that so confidently screens our blemishes
and our mistakes
so completely shades our misguided
misgiving about ourselves and the walls
that will tell our stories after us
Covers them in the completeness of
any great lie and waterproofs them
for God to find.
Then what of the day when you dream of
only shade but find no concoction of sunshine
and rain; only the sun, neither shine nor rain
and the pain of standing in the heat
our bodies each to each like sardines
packed in the saline of our own sweat.
What of the day when my tongue will speak
and my hands will say that I wrote these words
in vanity and greed. And my fingers scream
of the injustices that burdened them and my
mind will ask justice for my thoughts and
punishment for my dreams?
What of the moment when my eyes will
tell all they've seen?
Then I'll be asked about my pomegranate dreams
and my lemon scented exuberance and the
darkness of the concoction of my speech.
So, I'd write down all my pomegranate dreams
but pomegranate seeds will drown a man.
--me
8:40PM, Sunday, 28 Sep 08
After reading "Of Love and the Lack of It"
Last night with Sh Husain.
God's Peace
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