Pomegranate

This is extremely long, but it would mean it a lot if you read it and commented. I'll return the favor if you comment.

Swinging high on the rafters,
Seeping through our pores,
Noticing befores and afters,
Realizing what's in store.

We'd spend our summers wisely,
Occasionally invading too much,
Thought of each other highly,
Aware of the slightest touch.

Delaying each others' capture,
Escaping emotional fears,
Portraying endless rapture,
Together though all these years.

Running down to the pond,
Breathing through our hearts,
Separate thoughts and unfurling fond,
Yet stuck in smothered parts.

We'd sneak down to the farm,
Snatching all fruits near,
Really meaning little harm,
Accompanied by a joyful tear.

Taking all our stolen fruit,
Searching through pure treasure,
Loving all these frequent loots,
Passion erupts through the pleasure.

Then we find the fruit you love,
I knew we would, I planned it.
Purity sweet, gift from above,
We picked a pomegranate.

Pomegranate aura fills the air,
Dropping to the moss,
The sun gives off a shining glare,
Imprints the moment, attempted emboss.

Seeds go in, less is more,
Juice from the pomegranate,
There go my fingers, intertwined with yours,
A match, a perfect had fit.

Pomegranate aroma still lingers,
As we fly into the mist,
You begin to speak, blocked with my finger,
And the present and future are kissed.

We dash into the water,
Living through joy, a laugh,
Sun beats down; it's getting hotter,
Remembering our past.

Swimming through what seems a sea,
A stroke, a laugh, a hug,
You've now become a part of me,
Wrapped so tight, so snug.

Nowadays, I'm looking back,
And the pomegranate speaks,
I now remember our love attack,
The red, our ruby cheeks.

Here go all the memories,
The heartache and the bliss,
I see our unfolding legacy,
And the pomegranate kiss.