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Pomegranates
May I touch your
Pomegranates,
No, fingers away
She smiled,
May I see your
Pomegranates,
No, they’re saved
For the sight
Of my lover at night
She toyed,
But if you close your eyes
You may kiss them,
So I did ...
And to my surprise
She slipped me inside
And in that dark, closed
Eye vision I saw the history
Of love from before Persephone
And Zeus and eons past The Stones,
Then she served me golden milk and
Told stories of Tantra and Kundalini.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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