Forbidden Fruit

Residue of your warmth lie above my navel

As imprints of your hate lie amongst my face

Your soft hands that caress my skin could cause so much pain and pleasure

Interchangeably 

Never all at once

Somehow this deranged behavior has enlivened me

As though,

You resurrected my being

And conjured my heart

From the devilish hands that linger around my neck

I would sacrifice it all for this irrational love

Brought to us by the darkest magic

And when I question

If this is the destiny we belong to

I tell myself

That digesting this kind of plague of love and self doubt

Is entirely worth it all

Though, it was never meant for us to swallow

We shall allow it this once 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is such an intensity and subtle reference in this poem...to that very thin borderline between love and hate...acceptance and defeat...needing to be needed, but wanting to be wanted and really loved as a whole person, not just as a body.
really like the last two lines...suggestive yes...but with many meanings all at once.
j.

[ms. understood]

You definitely understood the message! Thank you for the support!

[Franky]

Mmmmm. Very nice. I like this.

[Lyrically Inclined]

Great write! I appreciate the dilemma the writer faces, knowing the situation isn’t good for them but loving how it makes them feel in the moment.

[Vin]

Not my kind of subject!
But I think it is important that we meet all kinds of writers and have conversations with them. I remember meeting Paulo Coelho after his famous conference at Frankfurt :
I asked him- "Why you alway dwell in magical realism?"

"Well, it came to me and amused me like nothin' else and I didn;t have a choice after that! "
Came the reply

[David Klay]

Reads to me as invigorating and abusive yet in a dark sense exciting and provocative. Love that is more like an exhilarating and dangerous adventure that perhaps can not be sustained because there would not be anything left of you over time. An excellent write.

[ms. understood]

There is something inviting when it comes to the danger of loving another with all your being. I feel the more you know it shouldn't be the more exciting of an experience. But with risk there isn't always reward.

[Pete]

it's the sweetest or so they say. makes it all the more tempting. the word 'irrational' stood out to me. isn't that how love is - irrational? love - it confuses and confounds us but we seek it anyway. good, deep, real, thought-provoking write. i enjoyed it but not too much (just kidding) ... :)

[ms. understood]

Thank you Pete !!

[Alessander]

I like the opening dichotomy of "residue" of Joy (cum?) and "imprints" of hate (bruises?)

It sets up the rest nicely. It comes off as quite physical - visceral -
And in that perhaps accurately mimics the actual relationship which strangely enough - fascinates "this deranged behavior has made me feel more alive" (maybe shorten it a bit "this derangement has enlivened/invigorated me" ?

It ends as it begins quite physically (swallow) which can stand as literal (cum etc) or metaphoric "seed of knowledge" - fall of paradise -

Queen of hell better than slave of heaven....

Intriguing piece. Thanks for sharing.

[ms. understood]

Alessander,
I really appreciate the review of my poem and have taken some notes to use for future writes. Your interpretation of the physical aspects of the poem are accurate. Thank you for the support!

[Alessander]

NP. Enjoyed reading it.

[Chris Shaw]

I immediately thought love hate relationship because I experienced that many years ago, and yes there is a fine line. Relationships like that are intense, you ever know what to expect. Some may find that exciting, I didn't. There is so much contained in your lines that takes me back. Well written and with its subtleties.

Chris

[ms. understood]

Thanks Chris you are appreciated!!