I crave to press
my teeth against
your ripeness
and feel your kisses
burst in my mouth
like summer berries
just before the poison
sets in.
| forbidden fruit.
شبهایحوّا.
The acrid taste of darkness did creep upon my tongue,
whilst the cold wind, like trembling hands of angels,
did comb its fingers through my hair.
My languid eyes grew dim with vertigo;
the world itself seemed drunken, turning upon its axis.
The taste of darkness. a spectre.
Then "من رو ببوس" The Satan said.
And lo, Satan turned,
and danced beneath the shroud of night.
"Be one with me.
Kiss me, and pluck the apple from its bough,
O daughter of Eve. O Golshid.
Let thy lips taste what Heaven forbade."
۲۱:۱۵
daughter of Eve. Lilith. Golshid. And The Lord, Whose Sorrow Burned as Wrath.