[seeds]

the cold clenching in my heart

beating senseless into my temples.

someday you will leave me.

beauty seeks beauty;

so why are you here,

what are you waiting for?

the softness of an amber dawn,

the touch of sun on skin,

and your skin, your absolute tenderness.

how are trees still flowering.

as i am walking away from a love

which will not come back to me.

why is there birdsong? why is there joy?

and where is the fire?

(bring me the pomegranates.)