Forbidden Fruit | Chinneye George

My lover is purple
And I am just clay
I pray my lover rubs off on me
But who I am will never change
We stay in shadows when we kiss
Under the cover of covers is burning heat

Still purple, I am still clay
In finer clothing but I’m still the same

I pray my lover loves me forever
But this affinity is so much dismayed
I try to put it away
But lo, we have killed for it
Trouble is surely on it’s way
And we can’t run from it

She goes into the arms of another
For covering, for hide out
But still will it ever suffice?
My heart like a feather
It has flowed from side to side and rested
Where you are, that’s where my heart lies

On you, in you, we continue
Distance and limited time makes me eager
But exposure brought it’s own rue
I pray my lover loves me forever
As I hang from a tree, I knew the risk
I tasted it, my slice of forbidden fruit

Poet's note: This is a poem of a forbidden love between a royal and peasant. The character (peasant) was consumed by the love and taste of having the lover. The desire for the lover drove the character to death.