Sinful
Its Forbidden, but so luscious,
Its home, sinless and heavenly,
Its mother, prohibited, yet tempting,
Its blood-red venomous skin so crisp,
Its body perfectly rounded and smooth,
Its warm, juicy core ever so gushing,
Its polished shine blinding our faith,
Its earthly aroma sensational,
Its nucleus fully fertilized.
Seduced by its mysteries, our poisoned young minds
Could not hold its hunger for wisdom and knowledge,
Marching over its sacred grounds,
Snapping them from their nurturer,
And crushing mankind’s first promise.
Copyright © Pablo Silva | Year Posted 2013
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