I have been thinking
About pomegranates
And their sweet sting
On the tip of my tongue
There is not much
That can compare
To that tingling sensation
Of the butterflies
Tying my stomach in knots
When you kiss me
I can remember
The first time I tasted
Those sweet seeds
It was much like kissing you
Beneath the streetlights
I was nervous
And I did not know what to think
Or how to react
To the feeling
In the pit of my stomach
That stole the breath from my lips