THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Hedonistic in our quest for pleasure
we sat and shared the apple.
It tasted so good
we did it
over and over
and over again.

But in between bites,
came the pin pricks.
One from me,
one from you.

We feign ignorance.
What was that?
I ask.
What was that?
You ask.

Still we persist.
Sharing,
then jabbing.

After each apple
sharing occasion,
I sit alone and reflect.
Why?

Why do we go out
of our way
to hurt each other
after sharing an
experience
that's supposed to bind
us together.

Guilt,fear,shame?
what makes us share
yet seek to remain detached?
I ask thesE questions
but on the morrow,
I'm anxious and waiting.
Waiting.

Will you come?
Will you come?
You do!
You obviously feel
the same about the apples?

What pride keeps us
from saying
we want more 
than apples together?
Pride goeth before a fall;
but before that fall,
I wish the juice
will drip
and stain me
so i'll forever remember 
our apple eating days. 







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