Pomegranate

I bring you fruit
from another world.
I tell you every seed
is another year in Hell.
You're not afraid
you tell me
You'll get a bowl
You'll get a knife
You tell me
You're not afraid.

You sit across from me
There's no one else in the room
In the house on the street
In the world.

The world is you and me
And the bowl and the knife
And the fruit.
You're not afraid
You tell me
You want to do it
You tell me
Show me how
You tell me
You're not afraid.

I cut it open
I show you how
to take the juice
But leave the seed.

You're not afraid
You tell me
You like the sweet
You like the sticky
You're not afraid.

Our fingers sticky
The juice no redder
Than your lips
You're not afraid
You're not afraid
You're not afraid.

But I am.