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Forbidden Fruit
by David Pekrul Forbidden Fruit hangs in the branches of a tree I once ignored as I passed it many times before, but this time it is different, and I think I see my fantasy, Forbidden Fruit. Forbidden Fruit is beautiful and something that is hard to resist, for its supple flesh glistens in the light, and I long to taste the sweet nectar of something that is not allowed, Forbidden Fruit. Forbidden Fruit, the Devil's charm; it calls to me and leads me on, saying, "Take one bite and you will see that you were meant to taste of me and know the pleasure of my touch", Forbidden Fruit. Forbidden Fruit, once sweet, turns sour when the truth is really known, and then it causes me to gag, for as I bite into the bitter seeds, my mouth becomes so dry, Forbidden Fruit. Forbidden Fruit, no longer pure, but tainted, vile and full of hate, its ugly head is lifted up, and finally my eyes are opened to the things it has in store, Forbidden Fruit. by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul www.myhiddenvoice.com The poetry of David Ronald Bruce Pekrul If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at 170 Carr Cres. Okotoks, AB T1S 1E3 Canada E-Mail: [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |