If I crush a blood orange and watch it drip,
seeping through the gaps in each of my fingers,
could I besmear your trembling and fulsome lips
with juice that's sweet and duly lingers?
If I lift up a boulder above each of our heads -
one that is heavy and could dash out our brains -
should I strike true or let it fall instead?
I could let it meet meat and watch rouge as it drains.
If I acquired a watermelon and dug out its flesh,
could I make-believe it was a metaphor for something worse?
Could the seeds germinate in the wound and be the mesh
and stop the flow that leaked from your bodily purse?
Oh, I don't know - perhaps you should pay no real heed:
These thoughts come, torment, linger and go.
For oranges, watermelons and boulders, I have no greed,
but what an experiment it would be -
just to see,
just to know.
Ahh, Ben! This is beyond unnerving and uncomfortable to read, so well done on that. And weirdly creative, because I never would have thought of some of these things. Tying in the fruit and boulder, and taunting the reader with the "what if", the casual last line of "just to know".... SHIVERS.
Also, I'm rewatching The Walking Dead, and this poem perfectly fit a certain character, who makes me so uneasy and you never know when survival kicks in, who they transform into. Just the whole feeling of this poem, very dark indeed!
I hope this is inspired by halloween! If not then maybe we should get scared? This is genius in the darkest way and really deep. From the time I started reading your poetry this is new and original.
I hope all is well :)