Borrowed moments borrowed time
sifted through a mill of agony
LIfelessly and through the gates
of eden, you graciously invited
me to share with you a fruit of love
Excepting your invatation oblivious
to the realization that would occur
Living in exhile, wondering through
many ellusive moments of deception
Trying to decifer which Orchard I entered
was only becomming a nightly ritual that
seemed endlessly repetitious of the night
before
Granted this was my decision to enter
but somehow between yes, I somehow
should have said no...........
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forbidden-fruit-3/
