Forbidden Fruit
a yearning for a lover who spits you out like a seed.
Forever suspended while you dance on my lips.
Opening our mouths
Removing the stem.
Begging to be consumed, crafted into a knot.
Infinitely spit out like a trick
Desire fades
Deception seeps in.
Enviable of their distance
Naïve to unspoken intentions.
muddled, we search for our cherry in a sea of Fantasy
________________moments dissolve the Ripeness
_______________________________Unarmed
_______________________________Inevitably
we carry on in a ____________________Trance
About the Creator
Olivia Macbeth
one swoop the wind picked up everything in it's path. the little worms that creep from the soil after it rains, the stranger who kicks their feet with childlike innocence. the quirky, horrific, intoxicating moments of life dance in my mind
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