Find a gypsy woman
In the market,
Buy a pomegranate,
Shining in the sun,
A granada, red and golden.

Feel the throbbing ripeness
Beneath its burgeoning skin.

Eat the pomegranate
On the night of the crescent moon
Beneath the stars
So close they touch you.

Search its secret chambers,
Savor the sullen sweetness
On the tongue.

Swallow the bitter seeds

One by one.