His carelessness tastes like forbidden fruit—
sweet enough
to make restraint seem childish.
I let it stain my mouth,
knowing desire is rarely gentle,
and love
enters quietly,
carrying catastrophe
beneath the softest pair of hands,
and calling it mercy
before dawn arrives, smiling.
Photo credits: Fabian Perez painting, Pinterest
Posted for Quadrille #252 @dVerse Poets Pub
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