Forbidden Fruit

In dreams,
all it takes is a touch
a taste of light dancing through the shadows.

There isn’t much time before morning comes,
and I wake.

Your essence whispers of forbidden fruit,
tantalizing to a mouth that thirsts
through its slumber
no longer dwelling in a home of solitude.

I’ve found you where my dreams, indeed, come true
in the silence of the night.

I forever thirst in a dream that, painstakingly,
feels real
a fruit tantalizing to the taste,
where boundaries between stomachs and mouths
do not exist.