forbidden fruit

strings tie themselves to balloons
like the irreparable taste
of forbidden fruit
the white wall has broken, too soon
and butterfly lust beckons
half moons
drunk on preserves
woken with words
and sighs
bitter ripes
hinge themselves
with hot air
chocolate melts
under the June sun
salt licks the seams open
to reveal
bones upright
wings too close
(oh Icarus)
you knew how this
would end
chasing putty
out of reach
sticky footprints
the only measure
between
burning concrete
and between the toe
defeat