Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit

In an orchard where the soft grass glistens,

Where flowers blossom and fill the air with sweet bliss,

I gaze up at the crooked branch and spot a perfectly round,

Perfectly plump peach

Painting the horizon with it’s silky rich skin.

I lick my lips and can almost taste it’s sweet nectar

Gliding down my throat.

I long for the day that my padded fingers

Meet its fuzzy skin.

In an orchard where the soft grass glistens,

Where flowers blossom and fill the air with sweet bliss,  

Mighty branches poke and prod at my flesh.  

As I inch closer

And closer

To the forbidden fruit

My arm strains to weave through the tight branches.

A kaleidoscope of greens distracts me

Almost making me forget what I had come for

And planting the seed in my head that perhaps

I’m not meant to have it at all.

I can see where that blue jay has been picking at its bone  

And leaving deep purple dents and brown bruises.

All around its heart

Leaving it an empty pit.

Strangely enough,

I find myself yearning for not just its fruit,

But leaving me with a burning desire for more than just a superficial relationship.

I want to feel the passion

as your roots run deep into my soul,

Wrap its vines all around my heart,

Grow,

and become a part of me,

Not apart from me.