Pomegranate Explosion

Richard King Perkins II

Golden copper descends
from the latest sunset

indirectly upon you
lighting contours indescribably seen.

Someday,
we’ll dissociate like the forgotten tail
of a falling star

but tonight, our moisture circulates
without resistance, petals on pond water,

drawn together with the ease
of ghost attraction and subtle enchantments.

Smiles and your eyes begin so many things;
fingers curl to secure them

and then—
a pomegranate explosion luminesces
on the endless horizon

and a new sun appears beside us

or perhaps,
with the wish of a lover’s whisper,
we have made it suddenly appear.