Forbidden Fruit

Closing my eyes, I build a life not much resembling
that which is:
an endless wood, leafed in the deep green of love,
the atomic gold of passion.
In a dark recess of that Eden I construct a refuge:
thatched and plastered , well-protected from
that which is not desired.
Inside, under the eaves, I furnish a room:
hung with silk,
lit by the sunset streaming in through west-facing windows
and, later, by stars undimmed by the pollution
of a neon civilization.
In the middle, a bed made up with cool sheets
is adorned with many feather pillows,
and in that bed is you:
hot hungry eyes watching me as I undress,
each garment dropping slowly to the floor.
Your arms reach out as I approach,
tall and proud but unafraid to drown myself
in your maleness.
But this is fantasy, a madness that can never be.
O Jesus!
Protect me from what I want.

© 2012 RC deWinter

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  • JRGarland
    JRGarlandabout 2 years ago

    Awesome write!!

  • Thanks much :-)

    – RC deWinter

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 2 years ago

    It is not forbidden…
    desires are not us….it is a dream of completion…
    of circles of Soul, loving what they are loving..
    just..pain produces guilt…guilt produces pain.
    Strange combination.

  • Yes, but when what you passionately desire may be wrong, it is a mighty struggle.

    – RC deWinter

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosalmost 2 years ago

    What you want is nothing to be protected…unles…the pain of not geing able to get it, will become unbereable…Wonderful poem.

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