Forbidden Fruit
You told me you didn't like fruit,
That no variety of the natural sweetness satisfied your palette.
Yet I held your head in my hands and watched as you devoured a ripened pomegranate.
Once again, you did not appreciate the sweetness,
you tore open the red peel and spit out the seeds.
In the wake of your feast no flesh was left,
but I cannot seem to get the tainted stain out of my sheets.










