The Shine Journal

Pomegranate Kiss

by

Rae Bryant

Goddess ripe and resting,
Lovely shades
Of soft red flesh.

Burrowing seeds, darkling
Bittersweet,
Too many,
Too few.

And so they fall.
They linger

Like anchors
In the ground.

And on her brow,
The fluted kiss turns breath,
Frosted tender, warm within.

Furled, the shades unresting,
Requite the gifted,
Glided reasons,

Unfold
The creasing.

Can you taste the pomegranate?
Can you feel its kiss?
On the wind,
In the lake,
Through my fingertips,

touching.

They call.

BIO: Rae Bryant is a short story author, poet, novelist, reviewer, submissions editor/slushreader for Fantasy Magazine, and promotions editor for Apex Digest. Her stories have appeared or will soon be appearing in Weird Tales, Literary Traveler, Story Station, The Fix, and Six Sentences. She lives in a little valley outside Washington DC where political bloodbaths often pool. Luckily, Rae owns a boat. Read more about Rae at www.raebryant.com or visit her at raebryant.livejournal.com

MOTIVATION: The inner-workings of mind, body, fear, and desire are a mystery to me. So is the Pomegranate. It is an ancient seeded puzzle.

Photo by: (of pomegranate) Davide Guglielmo  http://www.broken-arts.com