In Which Pomegranates Get Noticed

Pomegranates,
Your burgundy armor
Hides the treasure you hide inside.
You only let this treasure be shown
To the few that notice you.
The treasure is not a lot,
But less is always more.
This treasure leaves its mark on my fingers,
Wrapping them in your armor.
The taste makes my friends’ lips pucker,
But mine aren’t in that group.
I can look for your treasure for hours,
When I’m done,
I wrap cover your treasure
And bury it in the refrigerator.
I don’t mark it with an X
Because I want your treasure all for myself.