The Spring and the Pomegranate

You grafted your water onto my body the fruits of your kiss appeared each fruit more virgin than the fruit before I was filled with juicy rubies! - a sweet dream, between sleep and waking - perhaps your kisses were dreams but this this now is waking: this juicy pomegranate split open at the breast with the marks of your lips, your tongue, your teeth on its body and laughing the sweet fruit of your embrace ...