he gave me a shabby old pouch
filled up with pomegranate seeds
& i wondered what this could mean
how fertile he wished me to be
he showed how many seeds i got
as much as happy days are left
& i swore we’d marry right there
no priest nor church ‘neath nude sun’s haze
he squeezed a seed ‘tween two fingers
& the juice sprinkled his palm red
like virginity on crisp sheets
i did not even hesitate
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 
I love the exuberance bursting from every line.
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Thank you, Dolly! 😄
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My pleasure, Tony.
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The power in these lines could shake a building:
“he squeezed a seed ‘tween two fingers
& the juice sprinkled his palm red
like virginity on crisp sheets
i did not even hesitate”
And the title is A+ creativity, you two!
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trE, coming from you that means a LOT. I’ve got a big, goofy smile on my face now. Thank you so much!
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🤣😂😄 I’m happy I was able to get a smile out of you, Tony. That’s all right with me. And you’re so welcome.
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