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.