The Forbidden

The Forbidden

I feel like
Im in that garden again
and that tree is there too
you remember, the one I shouldn't touch
the one was I forbidden to touch
but damn
I would love to taste the nectar it provides just once
 
I mean it's there
the fruit needing to be picked
the sweetness needing to be devoured
what is it really here for anyway
its too perfect to be used for a test
 
I walk past it all the time  
wondering if it wants to be tasted
and if it did, what would I do
I hear it whispering to me  
trying to seduce my inner faults
 
Would I climb that tree
and engulf myself in the
opportunity of becoming
drunk with the formalities
of tasting a substance so intoxicating
so pure
 
Once tasted the desire of a force  
so unfathomable
will ignite every cell in my being
from the essence not so expected
a sweetness too uncontrollable
 
What would I do with that fruit in my hand
knowing once bitten my eyes will be open my thoughts impure, tainted
full of knowledge of my wrong doings
in full view of my nakedness
 
What do I do
What do I do.....?