Forbidden Love

A few years ago, my church hosted a poetry writing class. We had a local poet come in and about 10 people gathered together to talk about poetry and do some writing. It was a great creative outlet. We ended the class with a poetry reading of our own. This is the poem I shared.

Forbidden Love

As I sit and stare from across the room

I can’t help but admire your sleek form

Your shiny black outfit looks so pristine

With your blue and white belt

I know this unbearable urge I have

Is not good for me

But the desire builds within

Your intoxicating scent floats through the air

Like a feather on the wind.

It teases my senses, driving me wild

Though I try, I can’t seem to contain myself

I know this attraction is not good for me

I cross the room as the afternoon sunlight

Pours through the south-facing window

The smell grows stronger, it’s unmistakable

Bacon-soaked paper towels and hamburger wrappers

I reach out my front paws

Persuading you to lie down on the carpet

Your lid crashes open, revealing your stockpile of wonders

I bask in the moment, knowing it can’t last

Nonetheless, I work my way through your treasures

The joy is overwhelming as we wrestle together on the floor

Popsicle sleeves try to hide their sweetness, to no avail

The luscious nectar fills my tongue with ecstasy

My love for you is not without cost, it’s true

Soon the big man will be home and

When he sees what we’ve done

I’ll take the fall for you and our forbidden love