You are forbidden,
the apple I devour in the dark.
Fleshy juices streaming
from my lips the sweat
of your skin tinder to my fire.
As though you are a jewel,
I set you aside
a secret that liquefies
in my morning eye.
I don’t care where you come from
the finest stock of a palatial grove
or an orchid growing wild in feral gardens
that only I know of.
art by Yael Shalom