Fruit Of A Never Virgin by Ivy

I’ve never been a virgin   running like blood
down my pointer and middle finger
down the palm of my hand   down my wrist
threading scarlet trails through life line
popping like a gun between teeth
milking my jaw   crackling in my ears
squirting like cum   down my throat
across my tongue   over my lips
pausing 
at the sides of my mouth   onto my chin
then wiped with the back of my hand
I skip 
skipping feels cool   to my spots
favorite hangs in the park   swinging on swings
I like to get high   braced in tunnels
I like drugs    I’m not here for them
now is the time for the ritual
sucking on the fruit of the dead
on the life giving seeds   like a zombie reborn
offering it to others   like a sprung virgin
having faith   like a holy mystery
our lady of pomegranate
holding it like a crown
of abundance   of fertility   of good fortune
a mystical experience really 
on paintings and coins
in lovers dreams and attractive words
the decadence of kernel
rolling between my fingers   snapping off bites
scraping them through my teeth
then going in like a vampire for a deep plunge
popping them like a jack in the box
some people are intimidated by them
some people don’t eat the seeds
some people don’t know what’s good for them
childhood   comfort   rebellion   sexy   offering
​communing   sacrificing   indulging   meat
I’ve never been a virgin
my blood runs cold   
my legs spread open   
my eyes closed
I place another seed in my mouth 
and feel it grow