FORBIDDEN DESIRES
Forbidden Desires
Why is the best fruit always forbidden?
The taste of love often feels hidden.
We reach for what we should release,
Holding on to fragments that shatter peace.
Is it the thrill of what we can’t contain,
The hope that love will bloom again?
We crave the sweetness, ignore the sting,
Returning to gardens of endless longing.
And why does love-making mend, then blur,
The truths we promised would endure?
In moments of fire, the wounds recede,
But clarity drowns in desire’s need.
Is it love, or a fleeting reprieve,
A fragile bridge we want to believe?
The body consoles what the mind disputes,
And clouds our vision with forbidden fruits.
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