The Junctioning of Metamorphological Taboos

She gazed on the fruit
Resting upon my lips
To slander the nutritious burden
That it must surly represent

And my heart opened, like an animal caged
And out poured freedom
In an electromagnetic thrust silencing Rangoon
Resting the thunderous waves
And forbidden rooms
Crashing one unto the others
They implode with violent fury
Into the carcasses of peanut shells
That were then stomped on destroying all worry
Into dust where the seed could grow new
She awoke with tremendous feeling
Over shining all shadows with brightness
So much that they exist no longer
No longer prophesizing doom