Longing For Poison Poem by Phillip Ball

It sits in my hand once more.
My sweet poison,
My forbidden fruit,
If I take a bite I will surely die.
So cast me from paradise.
As I lust to take that bite,
The sensation of imagining the taste,
The taste I said I would never go back to,
But now beg for,
It makes my mouth water and my lips drip.
My pains fade
My mind at peace
And for now
All is bliss
An emotional utopia.
So if you damn me
Just know this
I shall forever rest in peace
With sweet poison on my lips