Red By House of ❤️

You are forbidden,

the apple I devour in the dark.

With edges aflame you stream

from my lips and the sweat

of your skin is tinder to my fire.

As though you are a jewel,

I set you aside like a secret,

a glimmer that liquefies

in my morning eye.

I don’t care where you come from,

the finest stock of a pastel grove

or a wild fruit growing feral

in a forest of the deepest hue.

art by Yael Soheme

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: apple, Eden, forest, garden, Yael Soheme

Original Article: https://aheartafire.wordpress.com/2016/07/28/red/

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