Forbidden Fruit


You will not read these crimson lines, their secret will not know.

The dusk of my descent occluded from the orbit of your eyes…

So I, to ether’s mocking vastness, will this confession throw

And let it float – a solitary cry – until its echo dies.


Without you my footsteps falter. Your absence stillness broods.

Too far to greet, too close for comfort… My distance always kept in fear

That this, a slavish quest, may yield to your capricious moods

And if you asked for me to stay, I would not know how to keep clear.


So do not speak. If fate would have it that you should find me out,

Pretend that you’ve forgotten all and gift me this: your doubt.

Daily Prompt: Singular Sensation

12 thoughts on “Forbidden Fruit

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    • Thank you, R. This poem’s inception was a strange one. I dreamt the first few lines and when I set myself before the page the following morning, it was one of those rare moments when the verse comes to you from elsewhere.

      • I love it! That is so cool that you shared that–this is close to how I started writing again: A line popped into my head and I was like wow, I better write this down! And then line after line popped into my head, as if someone else were giving me the words, sentence by sentence, with no input of my own. Its really is as if it comes from somewhere else! The poem is called “The Goddess I Trapped with Beating Hearts & Sticky Tar”

      • It is amazing when that happens. Most of the time we have to work hard at crafting lines, but then there are times when the lines are gifted to us and that’s just wonderful 🙂

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