Isles Of Fruit Trees

I feel your heart, but not in mine

I can’t see or feel, but what I do know is you

I can feel your heart, beat in mine

How dumb I was to see just you, and only you

A luscious, emerald field of grass emerges on an idyllic island

It is covered in rocks that are almost at a standstill 

The tree of death, the bringer of widowmakers appears

The Garden of Hesperides, the fruit it bears is deadly but golden

An unintentional bite, an uneducated decision

The apple is peeled, the skin is poisoned, and throat is burned 

The peels land in the shape of initials that are unrecognizable

The primary senses begin to diminish

All logical thought has been thrown over the shoulder 

A complete loss of subjective self-identity is achieved

A deathly numbness overtakes the body

All that is left is someone else

It was that moment that I lost myself in isles of fruit trees

© Niklen 10/17/21