The heart is always pushing me to picking you,
And your ripeness holds it captive.
Your succulence is bewitching,
But the mind can’t stop saying
“Beware! Beware!”
Their unceasing duel
Torments me still.
These back-and-forth thoughts
Bewilder my innocent soul,
Only yielding to a terrible heartache
And a deep feeling of despair.
Should I succumb to the temptations of the heart
Or listen to reason for once?
All I know is that I crave you,
I want to taste you, forbidden fruit!
About the Contributor
Hirwa Eric Jovial is a Rwandan writer and poet. Writing is his way of untangling thoughts and making sense of the quiet chaos and tender moments of everyday life. Through prose and poetry, he explores mental health, love, loss, and many shades and colors of what it means to be human. He believes that writing is more than just self-expression. It’s a bridge, a unifying force that reminds us that we are not alone in what we feel.
