I use to see it as spam
I never could see the appeal
I would take a pocket mirror and lower it down there
All I ever saw was flesh.
I suppose I wanted to be part of the air brushed world,
Until I ate a pomegranate.
I unpeeled it and took out the juicy seeds
As I watched my finger nails imbedded red
I pondered the reveal,
The sheer thrill of anticipation.
The ache of wanting.
Picking out the ariles one by one.
I don't know if I'll ever be a bedroom goddess and compel my lover to unfold me
But I won't cross my legs tightly and smile sheepishly anymore
Not when I have such tart decandance ready to be savoured