Forbidden Fruit

Eden was wonderful.

At first glance,

I only wanted to know

her, eternally.

She seemed careworn,

distracted, enveloped

by hurts past.

Her hair, dark and short,

framed her face

in a way that made her
goth black eyes huge.

She showed me her
paintings, and I knew
she felt deeply.

In bed, after,
she was all knees
and elbows and
my side of the bed

like a child who
has had bad dreams.
I loved her, but


she needed the pain.