Pomegranate Eyes
Don’t let the tears start.
It was so long ago,
like a distant cry from the forest,
song echoing through me
into that deepest cavern…
Why do you look at me
like that? Your blue eyes
burn me.
If I could only cry like a child…
But I smile instead, thinking of
her body held up to me, offered like a cup,
and I in her…
The song quivered as it rose,
as out of the ground she rose, the mist
around her tossed hair, pomegranate
eyes and the fire… glinting…
I am the sacrifice, my dear,
she meant for you.