The Forbidden Fruit

"The forbidden fruit. I so forgot about it all this while. And I know what it means to me." Ah! He thought deep in his consciousness. But would he dare to pluck it himself. His throat was parched and his senses burned for the juices of the fruit that called out to him. His consciousness was lending a hand to his eyes, he could almost drink the juices of the fruit without having even held it between his fingers. Least of all pressed it to his lips.

"The forbidden fruit. I so see it in front of me. I see it every day. I know what it does." Ah! She thought. Yes, she thought hard and decided. For me a day would come when I would finally be me and accept what I want to be. Pretense is not my passion and certainly not my cup of tea.

"The forbidden fruit. It still calls out to me. My hand is now the snake and my hand calls out to me."
He was trying too hard to reserve his right. His right on himself. His right to hide. For fantasies are for the mere mortals. And he had yet to prove his stride. He was strong and dare not crave, he dare not want to touch; what the world says is not so right, what the world says is not just.

"The forbidden fruit. It has called out to me and still does. The serpent is now my guide but not yet my trust."
She wanders high and low through a graden of might. She wondered not what others thought was true or what was right. She knew what the moment meant to her and to her life. She left her heart pounding for she knew what it meant to feel. If today's wish flew like a whim she knew none ever would come true.