Pomegranate

Pomegranate
Pomegranate
Like God’s ankles, like God’s feet
Pomegranate
Smooth like God’s skin, smooth like God’s bones
Fruit so wet, my tongue laid upon
She rises with the night, she sleeps with the dawn
Pomegranate
Pomegranate
The tooth is a stone and the eye is a pit
Nipples are seeds and the mind is the culprit
Milk blood flowing, stardust sleeps
Water light glistens, and the fireflies beat
Pomegranate
Pomegranate
The pull of palms, along the skin of dreams
Discotheque and light beams
You know you’re holding something, you know you see
Bring it to me, gimme seed
Pomegranate
Pomegranate
Time is a bastard it won’t let me patch things up
It’s all firecracker paper and empty tin cups
Eyes to the sky and feet on the ground
Weighing all the consequences, pound by pound
Pomegranate in the palm of my hand
I was ruler of the kingdom, I was ruler of the land