Forbidden

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When Eve ate the apple we got knowledge, and with it sexuality. Makes for a very neurotic woman scorned...

Submitted: December 31, 2007

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Drugs surely can’t kill all dreams

My eyes must haunt

what they’ve yet to destroy

Vividly, the subconcious can recall

how beautifully I once matched

her demise

How I always smelled sweet, as if I were a passion fruit

and Oh, how we lived up to that passion

Frolicks on my body,

wild and daring,

the fire my eyes could carry with a flick of my raven hair

The contrast of the Blue Moonlight

on the pale cream that is my skin,

the freckles you helped to find

…surely, your mind recalls these things

For she is not powerful enough,

though mighty is her rule,

to vanquish me from the imagination

or from bittersweet memory

Do you sometimes feel the mist,

that came from making love in the rain?

Do you feel saddened when you awaken to another face,

not my own?

Why, of course, you musn’t speak with me

or ever say my name

But you must take pleasure in the triggers

of your pagan goddess,

whose every curve has slid through your hands

Whose taste once stained your lips

and scent devoured you whole

The sleeping mind must be intoxicated by my

 Sheer Opposition

to everything she is

and the next time you wander to think

of the irreplacable dellicacy that is my being

ask yourself why I am forbidden…..


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