Taboo
Taboo
I can't keep my eyes off
Your rosy peach complexion
Just hanging in the warm
Haitian breeze...
So close but firmly shut.
Guarded by your spiky skin
As if to say wait for you to ripen
under the hot August sun.
To see you smile with
black pearls exposed,
To see you smile
Open and ready
to be plucked...
I want you if only to die
by your poisonous embrace.
Just to taste the nutty flavor
on my tongue. Oh, eight weeks
will be too long.
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