The Disease

Glistened with color,

Perfectly riped,

Hidden deep within the branches,

Created and waiting only for my sight,

It only took one bite, of the forbidden fruit

and I was addicted.


I'll take nothing to make this wine,

Savoring even the thinnest of slices,

Willing, the crumbs was enough.


Eve knew no desire

Because his words was the oxygen needed for my last breath,

His smile is what I aimed to see,

His eyes told me every story,

So it was extra pleasure just to hear him speak.


But mine was a disease that wasn't contagious,

Desire only spread through the cells that was mine.


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