Fruit of The Womb

The gods are sick of lazy loving and bored mouths sighing names

So they were not displeased when I said,

“what’s heaven to your lover’s homecoming?”

Adam trusted Eve and I trust you the same

Some poet said said the pomegranate is the true bearing of Eden

The fruit of the womb

And I will eat it through to find you in damnation

And so will you,

“for there’s no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin”

I desired to be peeled like a pomegranate in your hand

As you bite it whole

My heart in your mouth

The tough seed between your teeth

As love stains your lower lip

Remember all the violence it took to be this gentle

Divinity will swallow me whole and spit me out anyways

So I chase it through you my sweetheart

Hands encased with greed all over my darling’s face

“for there’s no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin”

So you take me apart 

Like the fruit of the womb

And I drink dry the stain

Leaving a poem on the roof of your tongue 

Love drips down your chin

I had been so lovelorn before this 

There’s so much sweetness beyond the blood on your teeth.

-Tuhina