forbidden fruit

just a migrant worker
following the fruit
I was told all about her
so I changed my intended route

they said she had apples
that tasted like the sun
and were especially golden dappled
for the chosen one

I went more south and sideways
to what was called Forbidden Valley
I hitch-hiked on a rough highway
and just followed what had called me

I risked a risque forest
which felt full of danger
constant thumping in my chest
said here it could get stranger

emerging from the trees
to clouds that released and soaked me
I still clung to some belief
as the urgency provoked me...

then off in the distance
I saw her beautiful hills
as I walked with more insistence
to my dream yet unfulfilled...

finally her apples, my glory, -my truth
my heart pierced with sun-lit rays...
then I tasted her forbidden fruit
and I got laid-up for days..