Ode to the Forbidden Fruit
by Connor Haskell
Our Father, who art in heaven,
forgive me for my trespasses,
as I feel myself craving the forbidden fruit.
Hallowed be thy name
and thy creation, the fruit
of your labor laid with man
to stare at and worship in glory
but not partake of.
O how the red skin thinly
covers the soft flesh
inside, asking to be unwrapped
with tongues finding every point
of delicious pleasure.
Father lead me not
into temptation, but deliver me
from evil as I feel
steaming desire slithering
it’s way into me, sliding
up as I willingly take it
as the pleasure overpowers
my fathers’ teachings.
O how the spotted skin draws me
to bite into it, embracing it
with my salivating mouth, eating
the flesh and drinking
the blood, reddening
my face with deadly
sin as I partake
in this unholy communion.
O the overwhelming pleasure to know
the feeling of the flesh filling
me up inside. I never felt so close
to heaven, yet so far
from salvation. I see
we are no longer covered
in sanctity, but naked and bearing
our sins out to the world.
O Adam’s apple, you disgust me
with the knowledge you have given me.
I see my nakedness and am afraid
to present myself to my father.
father, forgive me for my carnal
sin, please do not cast me out
of your garden.
A men
Connor Haskell is currently a senior at UMF majoring in creative writing and visual arts. When he is not writing or playing video games, he is out looking for cool rocks or sticks.
