all the forbidden fruit I ever dreamt of--or was taught to resist and fear--ripens and blossoms under the palms of my hands as they uncover and explore you--and in the most secret corners of my heart as it discovers and adores you--the forbidden fruit of forgiveness--the forbidden fruit of finally feeling the happiness you were afraid you didn't deserve-- the forbidden fruit of my life's labor --the just payment I have avoided since my father taught me how-- the forbidden fruit of the secret language of our survivors' souls as they unfold each others secret ballots--the ones where we voted for our first secret desires to come true--there's so much more I want to say to you--but for the first time in my life I'm at a loss for words--because (I understand at last) I don't need them to be heard by you.
From It Takes One to Know One by Michael Lally, published by Black Sparrow Press. Copyright © 2001 by Michael Lally. Reprinted with the permission of Black Sparrow Press. All rights reserved.
Michael Lally is the author of several books of poetry, including Swing Theory (Hanging Loose Press, 2015); March 18, 2003 (Libellum, 2004); It Takes One to Know One (Black Sparrow Press, 2001); and It’s Not Nostalgia (Black Sparrow Press, 1999), winner of the American Book Award.
Date Published: 2001-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/forbidden-fruit