Edible Valentine

Vaguely I sense
this trembling as my own
the walls always blinking
green blushes yellow-pink on
the manly pomegranate tree
whose fruit I’ve trimmed
to ten specially chosen
accomplices on whom bestowed
innumerable embarrassments
and many gem-like intuitions
for them to work on and develop further
to be edible is my only personal goal
manured watered promising self
that whatever beings feel
hungry enough to eat these
seeds these tiny deeds of mine
may be pleased to do so
and find them mostly sweet.