
The fruit hangs heavy on loose laid vines
A twisted shape deformed and ill aligned
Its skin is rough its color is red rum deep
A secret held a promise so many others keep
It whispers tales of ancient lore
Of forgotten magic and something more
A taste of power a touch of fear
The strange fruit hangs and draws you near
But please beware the fruit’s allure
Can twist your mind and make you impure
It’s a taste of chaos a taste of bliss
The strange fruit’s power you must resist
Those words make me want to try it even more
Anything forbidden is enticing, reminds me of the many forbidden men I’ve been with in my hay day. Just makes you want to take a bite 🤣 but today @50yo, I absolutely say no thank you ❤️
Oooh this is beautiful, dark and magical
Thank you Laura 😊🍎😊
I agree
I love this! Well done!
Thank you ❤
Very nice. The last stanza is perfection. 🙂
Thank you so much ❤️