Forbidden Fruit

How could I ever hope for a “normal” life again

under the weight of these delicious circumstances?

Forbidden Fruit taunts me from the horizon line with

whispers of all good things to come.

My upper heart is a feral beast caged in the hollows of my chest.

My lower heart pounds at the walls of my core, fighting for release.

I am dizzy from the burden of it all.

Not a moment passes that I am not consumed by hunger;

I crave the sustenance of his flesh.

His beckoning call is heard, not with ears

but from within the confines of my soul.

The choice was never mine to make.

My brain had nothing to do with this abdication.

My upper heart roars and my lower heart rages

with savage minds of their own.

I know it's too late.

I have already surrendered to his will.

No longer at the horizon line, his nourishment sates my starvation.

My white flag waves, a banner of ecstatic submission.

I am conquered.