Literature
Dreaming of Pomegranates
a morbid fantasy, beyond the boring windows of my school, the wooden panes, the frost on the other side of my trickling window. The snapdragon you planted in my heart on the darkest day of Winter.
That night I saw truth naked and bare. She [you] was holiness above and beyond what all religions offer.
The warm covers we slept under, miles away from anything civil. We dismissed the world, and whispered intermittently about it after lovemaking.