Forbidden Fruit


As a kid, when I would go shopping with my mother, she would always tell me, “You can look, but don’t touch”.  The things that we are not allowed, always look the best.  There’s something so mysterious about the Forbidden Fruit . . .

Forbidden-Fruit

Forbidden Fruit (the good ones are always taken)

HIS EYES GAZE INTO MINE,
A DEEP CHESTNUT BROWN,
EYES THAT SEARCH MY SOUL,
THEY SKETCH MY BODY IN A SINGLE GLANCE,
WHILE DRAWING MY ESSENCE,
DEPLETING ME OF SOUND BODY AND MIND.
HIS SMILE BRINGS FORTH SUNSHINE ON A CLOUDY DAY,
A BRILLIANT GLEAM THAT ENCHANTS ME,
A SMILE THAT BLINDS ME WITH PLEASURE,
AND IMMOBILIZES ME,
MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE TO LOOK AWAY.
ALL THAT HE IS EXCITES ME,
EXALTS ME,
ENRICHES ME,
AND YET,
HE IS FORBIDDEN.
© 1995 M. Tonnette

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