Happy Yalda

We press we squeeze we bite into we suck we suck each other - like a big red pomegranate I in your fist you in my fist - and perishing from each other with the fastest circulation of blood in our hot veins we fall to the earth again naked seed by seed white and stubborn we sprout in the heart of the garden with fiery red flowers and a red pomegranate large and juicy on the branch. The garden, with us, in us comes, dancing to all the Yaldas ...