From what I’ve tasted of desire

by Danae Vogiatzi

after Robert Frost’s “Fire and Ice”

A beautiful stranger asked me where I was from And his tongue tasted Sweet like poisoned apples. I’ve Never felt that sort of desire towards someone I do not know. I gave him my soul. Why I did what I did, I wish I knew. Taken advantage of Or not, He will forever own a piece of my heart.