My Heart Is Heavy With Fruits Of Love Poem by Nero CaroZiv

My heart is heavy, loaded with the burdening fruits of love
Like the bended clusters of a ripe pomegranate tree bearing down
The green lush canopy branches of the tree
But I can never give you one fruit from the top above
In truth, my fruits of love do not belong to me; taken, they are not free
My fruits are waxed and sweetened by rain and sun, shining, tempting as jewels crown
The pomegranates are full of juicy red grains, plump as purple cherries
The forest gloom releases at night the moaning winds my heart can no longer carries



Yet in the evening, at dusk twilight, I dare entreat you to hide low
When bats chase the moths that encircleand wander in streets lights glow
Under the huge, crimson dark dusk skies' pall
A fruit from my tree may slip or incidentally plucked, as down it doesfall
And then in the gray hour of the night it drops to advertise its lust for a prey
Would you take it? Would you succumb to its baiting allure?
No one will ever find out, no one will ever say
Once caught, beguiled, you can never escape its taunting call



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