There it hangs, sexily,
On that stupid tree.
The Tree of Knowledge,
Or something…

The Fruit. Forbidden.
So He says.

See how it shines,
In the light of Eden!
Radiating, throbbing,
Pulsating, succulence.
How it calls to me.
Beckons and lures.
Tantalizes.
It wants to be,
Inside me!

Oh, the pain….
The AGONY!
Of wanting it.
Almost unbearable.

It’s RIGHT THERE!!!
And I so so so so want it!

Forbidden.
Yeah, right.

(I wrote this piece for poetry picnic. This week’s theme is Adam and Eve.)