Pomegranates, halved on the plate
and the table looks like a Dutch master's;
dig the jewels out, peel skin, pop ruby teeth,
beads, broken necklaces, pearl's blood. Today
was filled with Lucien's peach and green faces,
week old love, the tooth in a ruby. Satiated by
fruit, sweet new things, head nods, somnolence
makes a Dali wife of you, tigers and pomegranates.