I desire not the forbidden

I Desire not the forbidden.

Calling! Calling bird’s melody in my garden
echoes in my ears: no midnight, no morn,
some unreasoning, irrational call it a cacophony,
my somnambulist child stares and smiles,
I pick out the apple from the refrigerator,
the cute apple of my palm size,
place it on the flowery bowl on
the rosewood, oblong table .
like humans , the appeals too need the
warmth and hug;
the sharp knife with the shimmer,
goes berserk, slices it into two,
half rotten, half ripened,
I still bite and chew the ripened,
to know what it is to be hungry,
I desire NOT the forbidden,
I desire NOT the forbidden.