Eve
Eve ... You yearn to pluck with utmost haste
The fruit on the forbidden tree.
The urge is great, resistance hurts
The ache is so unbearable.
Eve ... You gaze and wish to hold and taste
The fruit on the forbidden tree.
But once you bite, the bubble bursts.
Is this one act forgivable?
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
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