Pluck Me, You.

I take back my innocence, I pluck it from a tree.
It's flourishing with fruit, but you cannot taste me.
I am plentiful of juice that is flowing to my brain.

Fructose from me cannot nourish you.
I'm a brook off limits with a calling side swept willow.

Make me to be a pixie who flutters around you
naked, looking for lives to ruin
only to kill where the blood pumps within you

So, cling to your blue comforts
It will take you back to a warm body that was known to keep you glad.

It may all be gone,
but our clothes are meant to be worn
so you mustn't be sad when it unravels. 

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

a similar scenario to the garden of eden...they plucked innocence from the tree of knowledge...and then ended up covering themselves up with shame...
so we will cling to blue comforts, as you express...and keep close to that warm body that makes us feel safe.

j.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

this is a rose made from a tomato peel if I ever met one.
it's thorn has tested the integrity of my thickest vein
if I carry this mantra into the desert I'll be careful not to backwash these thoughts into the flesh of the cactus
it'd be wiser to die of thirst
I'm one of the components of the psyche, but not that one

[atom]

I love how full of substance your poems are.