Forbidden Fruit
A young boy in a feildGazes upon a furrow
An endless line before him in the dirt
Poor boy, this lad who must stare
Beyond the horizon
Into a realm of indifference
Do not glance left
Past the split rail fencing
To feast your eyes upon
Lusciousness...
Curves with a sheen,
Glistening condensation beaded by the sun
Flushed and beautiful as a rose bloomed
Savory, succulent, sweet
But it is not yours to pick
Return to your feild, boy
And think not of
The forbidden fruit
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