The Blood & The Bones

the apple
hanging in someone else’s garden
forbidden, I know
God, I know
I fear that I am the devil’s Eve
because
I want to touch what is not mine
with what now is vowed to belong to another
I long to loop my lips around
to sink my teeth
devouring
relishing
slowly, painfully
every single inch
draining you of your sweet nectar
is this what makes me wicked?
is this my sin?
my last undoing?
if so
then at least
jt will have a name
and I will have a reason

the blood
& bones