FORBIDDEN FRUIT
As the sands of time
Ever flow across the
Eternal desert of my
Existence,
So do the hours apart
From you feel to my
Tormented passions of
Love.
The forbidden fruit I
Seek becomes ever more
Desirable as it beckons
Before my eyes,
Unreachable to my touch.
But more torture have I
Beheld as the possessor
Of the forbidden fruit
Does touch and fondle
My desired one right
In front of me.
Words spoken in whispers
Offering but unable to
Satisfy the want that
Grows ever stronger and
Deeper inside of me.
The days ahead to wait
Until I can feel the
Warmth of you against my
Fevered body drag like
Rusted chains against
Soft wood eating away
The subtance till
Nothing remains.
But mores the fear of
Later when our short
Time together is ended
And again we must part
From each other.
To hide from all that
Which screams in my
Heart to be let free so
That all may know what
I feel for you.
C.D.RANSOM
