Forbidden Fruit

We dance a tango of whispers
a ballet of undertone
condemned by the web work,
shrouded in nervous grins
and bated breath.

But I would find no other majesty.
Her voice is my scripture.
She sees me in X-Ray
With a look that evaporates the demeanor.
Those electric eyes break stance,
Quiver muscle,
Tremble speech.

We're covered in secret, my dear,
Drenched in deception.
We're outnumbered, my love.
But when you look at me,
Smile at me with your ethereal glance,
I see nothing but starshine in this atmosphere.

So let the grey matter coagulate,
Let the lush leaves rust
Like charred sunset horizons,
Let Eden dissolve beneath my feet,
And I will descend into the haze,
Clutching my beloved apple.