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1.

Usually she abstains from eating pomegranate and goat, as it somehow feels disrespectful, even dangerous.

On the one occasion when she wondrously plucked a seeded apple from an abandoned garden, and held it close with the greatest care before ripping it apart and sinking her teeth into the juicy sacs, she found herself questioned wisely by a large goat that asked why she has done such a thing.

Slinking through the smallest gap she stole the beautiful pomegranate that lay on the ground seemingly uncherished and ready to rot.

On hearing this, the goat considered the situation in its entirety and encouraged her to proceed, with absolution.

This incident prompts consideration on her part of a great many things but she is perplexed mostly by a mysterious desire she feels to swallow both pomegranate and goat and feel them heavy in her gut. 

 

2.

As intensities disperse and her ability to know re-asserts itself, she remembers her fears and she remembers her doubts.  

Without the powerful glow of one within the other, she tends towards an anxious grip, to manipulation and control. 

Things remain unsettled.

In quiet moments she wonders which parts of her life are sacrosanct.

She wonders whether such a concept is obsolete, if there is anything within her that is incapable of being desecrated, which sleeps as a holy bone, inviolable.

Vaguely, she remembers eating flesh, intense with power, and recalls the prolonged generosity within.

Brittle-edged with moroseness he almost remembers slipping the seeds between his lips and he yearns.

 

3.

She desires an abundance of life, and though she knows not how, she trusts.

And so, uncompromising in the conditions required for growth, she throws out one last majestic crop and turns her mighty powers outwards to seek new forms of multiplication.

Absconding from the earth she turns the slowness of transformation into a proliferation of phantasies served with scarlet wine.

He imagines a generous artist piercing the skin with a spear, allowing juice to stream as a fountain to the ground until a patch is sodden.

As the blood of the hill-torn goat dries and forms a hard surface, she paints in red, yellow, white and black, various parts of him such as the netted seeds surrounded by their juice sac; the flesh, membranes, rind and horns.

At nightfall she suckles three seeds.

There, a sense of something, of nothing, which perhaps glides between, mumbles its thunder as she vacillates to almost stillness, and suffused in the light of courage, the heart’s true desires find the will to grow.

 

4.

As the remnants of him - the smooth and bitter skins each encasing 840 scarlet seeds - fall dormant, he abstractedly understands the concept of fertility.

Retaining all of his seductive powers, he waits.

He begins to understand the possibility of encountering the sanctity of life itself, and though it emerges rarely and with danger, he needs it.

In those moments within his mouth saliva drips its connection to the one beside it, within it, upon it, yet neither flesh nor skin becomes object.

 

5.

A bleeding banquet sufficiently syrupy to plunge her tongue in its juices covers the tables, and she sips from the cup until it is no longer full. 

Entranced now with eyes upon her she retreats just a step and lifts her arms. The entire body gives attention to the performance of eating – a figment of her imagination he thinks - and to food as sacrament. 

Anointing the hallowed core with a ceremony of compassion, of reciprocity, they re-integrate their unity. 

Over time, alongside their anxieties, they find themselves in the midst of something outside the capacity of their imaginations, and it spreads into the place between them.

Here, moments of fragility tantalise without the bounds of law, protected by incorruptible mutuality.

And although as a rule she eats neither pomegranate nor goat, there are certain circumstances in which she imagines it acceptable, perhaps even desirable, that she eat both; though sparingly and with great caution.

 

 

A poetic essay that imagines an encounter between human and plant totem in which each is fragilised whilst not succumbing to a state of surrender.

It draws on Bracha Ettinger's Matrix Theory and references the ancient rite of  Eating of Raw Flesh described by Jane Ellen Harrison in Themis: A Study of the Social Origins of Greek Religion.