Forbidden fruit

I tasted forbidden fruit from your garden. It tasted so good. Just little bite here and there, but I asked for more. Soon I wanted all off it. It can not be done. I walked away with my long nose dragging behind. I look back thirty years later. What was it? Craziness, insanity, lunacy, or all above? I licked my wounds clean. They healed. I wouldn't want you even if you would be free. I actually don't know. I don't want to play with that possibility. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2010